To Heal or to Kill a Sanegiyuu Story

Chapter 6

(curse warning)

Sanemi’s POV
After that I take a quick shower then get ready for bed. Once I lay down on the small mattress on the floor. I sigh and close my eyes, the wind is a bit stronger tonight and it makes it harder to fall asleep. My alarm clock goes off and I get ready for the day. I wear the same scrubs two days in a row. Tonight I will wash them the best I can. I get my way over to the palace and go through the guards to make sure I am not a threat. Well I am not one just yet, in just a few days though… Things will be different. I smile only putting half the effort into it. 
I get in and the king wants to talk to me. We talked about a few different things, one was how well I need to do my job. That was fucking annoying, he went on and on, yet it made me realize that he was an amazing father. 
He cared so much as to make sure I would do it right and timely. I lied straight to his face with a fake ass smile.

“You're an amazing king and an even better father. Your son will be better soon and will be happy to be by your side again.”

Almost every single thing in that sentence was a lie, ‘amazing king’, ‘better soon’, and ‘by your side again’. He laughed and patted my back, something felt off though… I looked up at him and he laughed even louder. He stopped patting me and looked me dead in the eyes. 

“He has never been by my side and he won’t be. He knows his place as a failure but thankfully I have a plan to make him a great king like I am! He got himself sick and so I will have to put more pressure on him once he recuperates. He is a weak child who needs to grow up or else he will never amount to anything as great as me.”

What the actual fuck. Did he just say what I think he just said? I was stunned speechless, I really couldn’t say anything. All he did after that was tell me to hurry it up again and excuse himself. The king is much worse than I thought. He is also a terrible father. So why is his son terrible too? Not by his side?
He does go out often and just listens to us complain and not do anything. He is doing everything for his dad, seriously none of this makes sense. Maybe while I am here for the next few days I can learn more. I go to the prince's room and he is actually awake. 
His hair is damp and he is in a silk fancy robe, the maids are in there too trying to help him onto the bed. Ah. He must have just gotten out of the shower. He sits down on the edge of it while one of the maids leaves to go get him some comfortable clothes. I was about to speak up but he looked at me and said two words.

“I puked.” 

He doesn’t seem to have much manners or social skills as a prince. I roll my eyes and the maid comes back from his huge closet. They start changing him right then and there, he has abs. Literal abs. I was not expecting that at all, he also had a very nice well shaped body. Then I realized what I was doing and looked away. Then I left the room, I can’t be thinking like this about my target. Everytime I imagined killing him in the past I see myself smiling and the people cheering me on and then we eat a big feast. Now all I can imagine when killing the prince is his nicely shaped body and his blue eyes piercing into my soul. I close my eyes and shake away those thoughts.