"..I..love you Cacao.."

Chapter 2: "Mother..please, don't leave me.."

Here we are!
Only after a long ass time do I decide to write another chapter wow
Also if you guys didn't read the description, I won't be able to reply to your comments if you ever do decide to, because I don't have a verified account..
Nonetheless, I shall still continue to write, so please enjoy
Also
TW: Death, bleeding, so much angst I think, and what I think can be considered verbal abuse?
If you guys know that's what Cacao's father is doing then thank god I was right then
Or not
Edit:Guys I got grounded again and snuck the iPad into my room.
Once again please enjoy

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"Cacao, sweetheart, what's wrong?" A bedridden woman said, to a young boy by her bedside, gently holding her hands.

The young boy replied back to his mother in quite a soft voice, "Nothing mother, but are you sure you'll be alright? I still want to stay with you..I'm worried about your health."

"Oh my sweet baby, I'll be just fine, and besides isn't your father putting too much pressure on you? You've been coming back to my room, with bandages around your bruised hands and faint scratches on your face." His mother asked softly with concern and sadness for her son, that it broke Cacao's heart that she had noticed and was greatly saddened

"Mother, I'm okay, and father isn't putting too much pressure on me, really I'm fine"he had told his worried mother to reassure her, although she's not quite convinced she lets it slide and hugged her poor boy, for his expression was tired and beyond exhausted, but in his eyes, we're love and warmth for the ones he loved, but also concern for his sick mother, and so, she told her son, who was nearly crying from the warmth of his mother and how much he wanted to tell her everything his father had done.

But all it would do would just lead to a massive conflict between his mother and father, and he didn't want to hear that ever again
The last time was too much for him and he ran away to his chambers and wept tears of guilt and sobs no one but he would hear, and would fall asleep crying. "Mother, I'll be leaving to go train in hand-to-hand combat and self defense okay?" Please get some rest and I'll come back with tea after I'm done alright?" Cacao said, opening the door to just a slight creak to leave her chambers but just before he left he stood awaiting her reply. She coughed out blood. Cacao didn't notice because there was no lantern to light the dark room.

"Alright alright but Cacao.." she said softly but just about loud enough.."Yes mother?" "I love you a lot so don't blame yourself for anything that happens outside your control okay?" "..I promise. I love you too mother" "Thank you and someday i hope you find someone that loves you as much as I do" Cacao smiled warmly "Thank you mother. I will leave now, but please get some rest alright?" "Okay okay. Goodbye my sweet boy" "Goodbye mother" and he left carefully closing her chambers and went off to do as he said he would.

But it was true what his mother, the queen had said.
He had slightly darkened bandages from jam around his cold and calloused hands, much too rough for a boy his age who was by now the same age as Vanilla, who was now 12 years old, but he had bruises on his hands and wrists from constantly swinging his heavy sword, for long hours at a time because of his father. He had marks on his face his mother had not just yet noticed for it was dark in her chambers and the marks were faint, but it was clear they were inflicted on the young prince who was still only a boy, and a child at that

Marks that were done by his own father, who truly never wanted a child
The only reason he was still there, was because he needed an heir, and one of his own blood and flesh and because his sweet mother, had always wanted a child, and would fight her own husband, to keep her precious boy.

But the king, who was his father, was cruel and never knew the weight of burdens and what too much pressure was too much for a young child. He would coldly tell his own child, that he would never be enough if he didn't meet the expectations. "Dark Cacao, you'll never be useful, or strong enough to protect the people and the kingdom especially the Great Wall, if you never train hard enough! If you want to be useful and that you can do 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 then, prove it." His father always said. If Cacao didn't do something right the first time, he would get off lightly with a smack across the face, and getting scolded for ten minutes. If he didn't get anything right more than once then..he would get either bruises and rulers broken from his father using them on Cacao's hands until he could see at least a bit of jam seeping through. "Don't tell your mother or else consequences will arise for you. Do you want that to happen, 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘊𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘰?" No, he would say and that would be it. He would never call him by his preferred nickname, only by his son's full name and that showed he never did care a bit about him. At least one thing he hardly ever accepted in one of Cacao's interests were self defense and hand-to-hand combat and long distance combat. He only accepted what he deemed would be useful for Cacao to learn, after all he was the crowned prince and the only heir to the throne.

But then something happened after he came back with tea for his mother
He dropped the cup of tea and all had come clattering the floor, breaking like glass
There was a stab wound directly in her chest
He couldn't save her
She was bleeding out
She was long dead before then
He froze
He couldn't move
He couldn't speak
He couldn't scream as much as he wanted too
He couldn't even as so much as let out a tear at the sight of his suddenly dead mother who was so kind and loving towards him and all others
He was simply too shocked
Finally he spoke
"..mo..mother?" He spoke with both his voice and body trembling from panic and fear and regret in a mix of emotions he had never felt in so long except for when she had become sick
He couldn't save her
It was his fault
He should have disobeyed his father, and stayed with her making sure she was safe
He couldn't even be there in her last moments of life that was left
Finally he cried and slowly walked over to her bleeding corpse trembling and gently holding her hand as if she was still alive and brushing his long hair with her gentle hands. "Mother..please don't leave me.." he said so quiet, in a quivering voice, that you could barely hear him speak, but only hear tears falling down on her cold bloody hands.
You could hear his screams and sobs of agony and sorrow from beyond the kingdom and walls
He was too young, yet he was stripped of his youthful childhood he could have had
He screamed running to his father's chambers, not caring he had tears streaming down his face, not caring he was never supposed to run in the halls of the castle, not caring he would receive a harsh punishment for doing so, and yet..
When he had entered..
..he saw his father..
..polishing a bloody jam sword..
..with a grin on his face
He never once saw his father have a smile, let alone a grin but this..
Was the most cruelest and heartless smile he had ever seen on his father's face
He had not saw him
But he did
He ran so silently you would think the wind brushed past you
Yet his sobs were so silent yet thunderous with anger and hatred so strong, even dragons would hesitate
He ran to his chambers and to the kitchen grabbing everything he would need
He would come back soon with revenge
But for now, he would run away and carry his mother's corpse with him and bury her in her homeland whom she loved visiting the gardens in
That would be where he would bury her and he knew she would be happy he did
He was so so grateful he had in interest in crafting and carving things
At least he could make her a grave stone in a beautiful garden of her homelands, and that would be where he would stay until he was completely sure he could take revenge on his merciless father
For his mother and for him he would take revenge on the cruel beast
But for now he would rest
After all, his mother's grave turned out quite fine and he was proud of it, as it was the finest piece he ever crafted with his own hands and just for his mother too
He was exhausted, but he saw a house and ran as fast as his tired legs could carry him
He made it onto the soft flowers and grass in front of the door
He decided that maybe he could just sleep there and regain his energy after a few hours and ask the occupants to see if they could shelter him in the morning
What he didn't know, was that he would meet a boy his age, slightly younger than him, with hair as beautiful as the soft sun, and eyes as shimmering as the clouded skies, and a voice so soft, you could hardly hear him, sitting beside him with eyes filled with concern, when he would awake
But for now he would rest until the morning

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Word count: oh boy am I proud of this one, 1734 in total words of this chapter
Also, thank you Kitsuneuwu because that means my writing skills aren't shit :D
Until, then, ladies and gents and non-binary beans!
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