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Chapter 31

"Just because my son is stupid, it doesn't mean that I have to fix his wrongs too. If he went into such a trouble only to help you, it's his problem. You're his problem. His responsibility. Not mine." King Alastair said.

Prince Canton lowered his gaze to the ground.

"He went into such a trouble because he knows I have potential, your highness. He knows I'm good at what I do. I'm definitely better than the spy you have by your side right now." Santos defended.

"At least you're not a pathetic human being anymore." The king mumbled.

"Please..just let me prove my loyalty to you. Let me prove my worth. All I'm asking for is one chance so I can make you see how good I can be."

"No. My son turned you into an Ink. My son will now deal with you."

"But-" Santos started.

"Except..." The king placed a finger under his chin in thought. "...how bad do you want a position next to me, Santos?"

His face lit up. "I'll do anything, king Alastair."

"Anything you say...would you even give your colours up for me?" He smirked.

"What..?" Santos blinked while Canton remained expressionless.

"All those colours that make someone a Merlot, a Moccasin, a Teal...red and yellow and blue..." king Alastair got up from his throne. "see Santos..Inks view life in black. Everything around us...is black. Colours only offer feelings. Happiness. We can't afford feelings. And the fact that you were born half-human only makes it harder for you to get rid of those..emotions." he shivered at the last word. "So, if you want to prove your devotion and make me trust you..you have to dispose those colours for me."

Santos clenched his fists.

"Will you do it?"

ERROT

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I definitely didn't expect to see what I saw.

Canton was on the bed next to me, dropping brownies into a glass of bourbon - I believe- and then actually eating them.

He was eating them.

I squinted my still sleepy eyes at him. "I'm not gonna ask why..but just..how did you even find my brownies?"

Canton turned to look at me, the chocolate of the brownie melting on his fingers due to the alcohol that was drowned into.
"The chef told me you made some yesterday. Kind of rude of you not to inform me about their existence" he said indifferently while stuffing his mouth with the bourbon-dripping brownie.

"Did you want me to tell you before or after you passed out from the poison?"

"In the meantime."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Was that you attempting to make a joke?"

Canton glanced at me and placed a brownie inside my mouth. "You talk a lot."

I swallowed the brownie, feeling astonished to say the least.

My eyes widened. "That's actually good?"

Canton turned his head to the opposite side so he could hide the small smirk that made it's way to his face.

"Wow...just wow. Can I have one more?"

"No."

"But I was the one who made them."