Trash of the Royal Family (Ao3)

LXXI

"Mr. Fairy left a teddy bear for me again!" Reynold, Robbit's son, exclaimed happily, displaying the adorable white teddy bear to his father.

It has been five years since the Apocalypse rained down on Rowoon. There were no traces of the war, and everything was restored to its original state. It is as if time has reversed itself, to a more peaceful period.

"Perhaps Mr. Fairy adores you so much that he came and left it with you."

Robbit had been experiencing a void in his life for several years. He had no idea what or who it was; all he knew was that he had overlooked something critical.

Every time he saw Benedict Crossman's book or the enormous gold teddy bear in his office, his heart sank and he felt terrible pain.

He was not alone in feeling this way; his siblings did as well. Hellion preoccupied himself with internal affairs, but he would occasionally stare at a distance, lost in thought. Isis and Axis would come around, but their gaze was always fixed on Witton Palace.

Hellion once asked if his brain was fine. Of course, he responded that Hellion had always been a jerk and that he did not need any therapist. His younger brother would always inform him that someone could be seen in his room, a silver-haired boy who enjoyed listening to his ramblings.

Robbit could not believe it at first until it happened to him.

Sometimes he had dreams about a white-haired boy sitting beside him and brushing his cheeks. He occasionally noticed a figure walking through the castle's halls, particularly the Palace of Joy gardens. But most of the time, he saw the silhouette of someone hugging the golden bear and holding a book by his side.

He thought Hellion had finally lost it, but now he believes in Mr. Fairy, whom his son can see and interact with.

Even when the Palace was filled with people...

It's still empty for him.

And—

Who is the most affected, though?

Robbit sighed and allowed his son to play. He decided to go see Alver, who appeared to be committing suicide through hard work. He had been working too hard, as in—too much. He always had a gloomy expression on his face when he stopped working.

He would sometimes sleepwalk with a tear-stained face.

At times like this, his heart could not help but break even harder. They had all forgotten something extremely important. However, Alver appeared to be the only one who was significantly impacted by it. If only he knew what or who it was, he would have done everything he could to keep his brother from breaking.

He went into Alver's office. Alver did not respond, so he decided to open the door and found Alver sleeping while sitting in the chair. He saw a blurred figure of a white-haired man sitting on the table and stroking his brother's head.

He was both alarmed and unafraid. He could not help but cry at the sight. He noticed a smile on the young man's face as he spoke silently—without voice or tone—to Alver.

Robbit has decided not to enter. He simply watched the figure lull his older brother into a sound sleep.

He knew right away that Alver's heart was being torn apart every day.

How long will his sadness last? How long will it take until this is over?

How much emotional pain does Alver feel? He had no right to order him to stop.

Robbit did not have the fortitude to tell him to stop.

Is not this guy crazy? Because, despite how much it hurts him, he is in love with someone he cannot remember.