Sara's POV.
As I sat down in one of the petite café-esque chairs located on the balcony, I leaned my elbow on the matching table with my chin resting in the palm of my hand. Usually, captives weren't allowed to go outside, but since I was close to four stories away from the ground, I guess the King figured I wouldn't make an attempt to escape.
The night sky was different from the day sky I usually witnessed. Instead of the purple sky with highlights of green, yellow, and other various colors, the night sky shimmered with thousands of glowing stars as the sky colored black with reds, pinks, light and dark blues, purples, and what seemed to be a grayish-charcoal color blended into the dark canvas.
As much as I didn't really want to, I had to admit the view was absolutely breath taking. There was an aspect about it that gave me joy and a sense of comfort--two emotions I hadn't felt since I was abducted.
Suddenly, a sharp pain surges through my hand. Looking down, I notice that I am clutching my necklace--the beloved necklace Yongguk had given me. Loosening my grip, I hold the necklace softly as I trace the indentations the piece of gold jewelry left with my fingertips already curled around my most prized possession.
"Will I ever see you again?" I speak aloud to myself as sadness takes control of my emotions.
The choking feeling of tears burns my throat and eyes, making me shut my eyelids tightly and clamp my mouth shut so the sounds of my sobs won't echo throughout the castle.
"Who will you never see again?" A manly voice asks behind me making me quickly wipe the tears that managed to escape from my face.
Clearing my throat and turning in my seat to face the direction the voice spoke, my eyes meet Soryong's. Sighing a bit, I twist around in my seat to face the view of the sky and stars.
"Why do you care?" I answer bitterly as I fold my arms across my chest.
I hear as he sucks in a deep breath before the sound of slow, thoughtful footsteps begin clashing with the pavement beneath us. The low screeching sound a chair makes when you move it causes the ground to vibrate a bit as he plops down onto the small cushion protecting the piece of furniture.
He leans both of his elbows against the table as he too directs his attention to the view in front of us. Still, though, I dare not to look at him.
"Why do I care? Well," he says as he shifts a bit in his seat, "I feel bad for you, truthfully."
A sudden spark of curiosity lights in me. Why would he feel sorry for me? He's the King's son, so shouldn't his and his father's views be mutual?
Watching him out of the corner of my eye, I reply, "Why on Earth would you feel sorry for me?"
The boy chuckles slightly from my question as he turns his head towards me, causing me to quickly advert my eyes away from him, "You honestly think I believe in what my father does? You think I'm some---some insane kidnapper who holds people hostage until they can come and meet my wants and desires?"
Raising my eyebrows in shock from how intense his words were, I turned to face him, "Well, I just figured since you're his son that you two would share common interests and beliefs."
Soryong shook his head, his expression turning dark and serious as he directed his attention back to the view in front of us, "Daeryong and I---we---we think nothing like our father does. We don't set out to try and conquer other people's worlds and we certainly don't believe in kidnapping. In all honesty, we share the beliefs our mother had taught us."
Seeing the visible pain in his eyes when he said 'mother,' I decided it would be best to stop talking. At least for tonight.
Together, in silence, we both sat next to each other as the view in front of us seemed to shine a bit less than it had.
Chewing my bottom lip, I snuck a quick peek at Soryong who now had a smile plastered on his face; completely contradicting his previous expression of annoyance and pain.
This boy was certainly different from his father. He seemed like he actually possessed a heart and brain---but did that mean I was going to trust him?
No. Why? He's like a pitbull, I assume. One minute they'll be sweet and kind, almost trustworthy, but before you know it, they'll be ripping your throat out. It's not because that's how they made themselves to be, but because of how their master taught them.
