“No please don’t!” He screamed trying to break free of his guard’s arms, “I love him! Father, stop! Please stop, Father!” Tears streamed down his cheeks as he watched his heart dragged away, blood dripping from his head.
“It is wrong and immoral. No heir of mine shall be with such filth,” his father said, his eyes cold and unforgiving. His father watched the proceedings with not a single emotion showing, his face a stony mask.
“Then I am no heir of yous! I love to be with such filth! I hate to be with such cleanliness,” he spat slumping in his guards’ grip. Anger, betrayal, and sadness flashed through his expressive eyes as he glared at his father. “Why do you deny me happiness? Do you hate me that much?”
“In contrary to popular belief I am doing all of this for you. I do not care if you do not wish to be my heir, you shall be my heir unless I decide otherwise,” said his father. He waved his hands at the guards saying, “Take him to his room and lock him in. His door will only open when he is being fed or if I decide to visit him. He shall stay there for a week until it is time to start his lessons.”
“I won’t let you control me any longer! You hear me?! I won’t be your pawn anymore!” The teenager screamed as his guards dragged him away to his room.
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“You will regret the day you trifled with us Father!” The teenager spat, “I will keep my word, I shall never be your pawn again. He has showed me the truth and I shall never turn from it.” The knife glinted in the moonlight as he raised it up before bringing it down across his wrist. A thin line of blood appeared before it all burst forth, the crimson blood spilling out of his arm and down onto the sheets. His green eyes turned to look up at the moon as his life essence dripped out of him, staining the pristine sheets crimson. “We shall never be apart my love,” he whispered before his eyes closed and he fell onto the crimson sheets to never awaken again.
