To Heal or to Kill a Sanegiyuu Story

Chapter 1

Giyuu's POV
Being a prince can be very difficult, especially when people hate your dad, the king. There are still some faithful followers but not many. Ever since my mother died, I have watched my father turn from a lovely, smart, and generous man into a cruel, wicked and two-faced man. I tried to talk to him many times but he was always too busy. My older sister, Tsutako, also tried to talk to father but ended up failing each and every time. We both couldn’t reach him, it didn’t matter if we were blood or not. 
Things got lonely in the palace, we barely had any visitors and all the guards were always quiet. That is because my father ordered them to be. A few years ago we had this one really nice young guard. He was like a ball of sunshine, he could make any room shine. His name was Tanjiro, now this boy and I got along swimmingly. The only issue is that we got along and became friends.
Which caused us to talk every now and then, but when he found out how my father had been treating us he got angry. Tanjiro is not an angry guy but he believes in justice. So he went to talk to the king and got fired right on the spot. He also got kicked out of the palace so he can never enter the palace walls again. I was just thankful that he wasn’t kicked out of the whole kingdom. Sadly now I won’t be able to see him again. Every guard since then has been a quiet, stone-like statue. So I only have my sister to keep me company.
Until she got married and moved away to that kingdom. Now currently I live in the palace with my father and the guards. None of them talk to me so it is like living alone. Everyday I just repeat the same schedule as if I am a robot with instructions. Sometimes I sneak to the garden to look at the plants for a few minutes, they remind me of myself, stuck. I go do princely things every single day of my life until I become king. That won’t happen until my father dies though.
My problem is that I am scared. The kingdom's people don’t seem to like me. It is most likely because of my father but at the same time I do everything he asks me to. Some of those things may not be liked by the people. I am also a very quiet, keep to myself kind of man. That is no way a future king should act, but I can’t help it.
I am surprised there are no people barging into the castle to riot. I know that there are people in the streets who are upset though. Once I was out of the castle, for a very short time, but there were people cursing the king's name. I quickly went back home, they didn’t know I was near nor did my father know I left. That was the last time I have left the castle without any guards. I have no freedom, I am still stuck here by my father and his big expectations.
What I do know is when the time comes and my father has passed, I will be a better king. I want to care for the people and not just my own selfish desires.