Fighting is Meaningless

13. I Want to See the Snow

"Your Highness, are you skipping lunch today too? Are you sick?"

Dan Heng was in his bed, reading one of his novels in his comfortable clothes. His chamber was off limits to anyone.

Famir opened the door and stayed by the frame as Layla was entering in the room, looking at a calm Crown Prince reading in his night clothes a novel.

"I guess I might be, but fret not, I will endure it" Dan Heng spoke forcing a smile, to then get back to read.

Famir crossed his arms and looked at Layla who did the same. The two looked at each others, having no idea why Dan Heng looked totally away with his head.

Truly, the thing was simple and hard at the same time.

Dan Heng in the last days was just focus on duelling with Famir. He liked him because he was friendly and he would never tease him unlike that idiot Blade.

Blade on the other hands would train with his father, and then get out, even to the town with Irene under Dan Heng's eyes.

The two were building a great bond to Dan Heng's eyes. He should have cheered that, yet there was a sense of annoyance growing inside and he felt bad about it.

That's why he was trying to get back to how he was living in the manor. In his chamber, with nothing that could lit up his desire to have...

Anything he wanted.

He just couldn't understand why he was feeling like that.

He felt like Irene was stealing Blade.

But since the start, Blade wasn't his property, so who was stealing what? Dan Heng felt headache from his own thoughts.

It's like back to when he was still the Crown Prince in the palace and he would engage lovely conversations with the generals of the Royal Guards, who loved him so much.

But slowly his little brother would do anything to get the attentions, the praise, and Dan Heng never ever tried to show off. He was the oldest brother, he had to always keep his composure and teach he thought...

Turned out the brother since young age wanted to own everything about Dan Heng and become the beloved Crown Prince. Dan Heng would just close his eyes and smile, accepting it in order to make his family happy.

...even if that meant to disappear, become the shadow of himself.

And now, he was again showing off a smile that would hide some sorta of frustration. He had to keep it cool. He had to act like everything was fine.

Everything was fine.

He was nothing in the end.

Why did he have to be something different from the usual shadow walking on his own grave.

Pointless.

He knew he would have died anyway, what was the point on trying to give voice to his frustration. He was tought to endure till the last game was on, and he had to accept death in any way.

And repeat.

All over again, in his head.

"Your Highness" Layla's voice was sweet. Her ruby eyes looked at Famir who nodded and took his leave, closing the door while the woman was sitting on the bed, holding a hair brush "Your hair is messy"

"I am not planning to go out, do you need me for anything?" Dan Heng asked, keeping his eyes on the book, trying to hide his flustered face.

It was nice, having attentions, Layla had surely a soft spot in his heart.