𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚 | ✓

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𝘚𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯 (𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘴) 𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘹

Sebastian was called down into the lobby by one of his assistants. He had a glass of wine in his hands, already upset about his son missing that marriage ceremony. Didn't he know how important it was to have a wife to rule alongside with? Then again, Sebastian hasn't been the luckiest with women himself. He always wondered why that was. Perhaps it was because he had only been in love with one woman and she had died in his arms. He always felt...disloyal when he was with Diana.

Despite her homosexual tendencies, he was going to have to suck it up and stay with a woman who had no feelings for even in the slightest.

It's what he was supposed to do. The ways of a king...right?

At least, that's what his father did before him.

As he made his way down the halls, his long coat dragged across the floor. He sipped on his wine before he came to a stop, glancing over at a couple scary looking witches.

"Why did you both cross the wall? Aren't you aware that's supposed to keep you monsters out?" He growled, growing slightly sluggish the more he drank his red wine.

"We tore it down," the one on the left spoke, "we felt the wall was now unnecessary. See, your highness, we found one of our witches dead in his house today. He had a gun wound right in the back of his head. Now, his family has gone off the radar and we have reason to believe you are hiding them here."

The witch pulled out a tiara that had fallen in the grass by the wall. Slightly rolling his eyes, he instantly recognized who's it was. "It's my wife's. She goes out there to pick berries and such that doesn't prove anything. Besides even if I did know where they were, why would I tell someone as crude as you?"

The witch on the right pulled out his adnormally long sword and pressed it to the king's chest, clicking his tongue. "I'm afraid..." he trailed off, "...that wasn't quite the answer we were looking for."

The blade insisted inside the king's chest, causing his mouth to open and let out a slight groan in pain. He glanced down at the blade, panting heavily as blood dripped down his shirt.

As the witch withdrew the blade, an evil grin spread across his face as the king fell upon his knees. He clutched his chest, the wound being too deep to be fixed. His vission blurred as he propped himself up on the watch, only hearing the sound of combat boots exiting the halls.

He couldn't remember how long he was sat there, but he did have plenty of time to think about the ways he treated this kingdom. His apologizes wouldn't make up for it, but perhaps a real king could. He glanced up when Josiah came rushing over with someone he couldn't recognize. A friend, maybe?

As Josiah crouched down next to his father, he jumped slightly at the cold touch to his shoulder. "Where did they go?" Josiah asked, his face stone cold. He didn't even seem emotinal by the fact his father was dying against the palace wall.

Had he done that to him? He had made his own son hate him? Shivering, he realized he had turned into his own father. Bass slowly placed his hand on his son's cheek, earning a puzzled expression to the prince.

"Listen to me," Bass whispered as he choked up a bit of blood, "I'm sorry. I never realized how much I- how much- how much I hurt you. I was- was afraid of- losing someone else. You were....are....all I have," he whispered.