The New King (Sequel to The Prince Behind the Veil)

Chapter 18: Edward's Secret

Edward slithered back to his bedchamber, and sat on the edge of his bed, and sighed.

"I wish someone could understand the pain I feel," he

whispered to himself. "If only Violet could see what really happens to me- no!" Edward scolded himself, standing up. "You can't let mercy or any happiness overcome you! People will just see you as...as...as...weak,"

Edward had felt that the only way to rule a kingdom was with evilness, and being strict beyond all measure. He felt that he had to prove himself worthy of being a successful king, by being evil.

Honestly, he didn't want to. There was something about evil that made him feel far worse than anything, like being tricked by King Provost, and having his love be casted aside by Violet.

But, no. Edward really was the victim. He had been tricked so many times, and wanted his revenge. But, seeing Violet in his sanctuary, and how she had run of because of her loss of Thomas, made his heart feel sadder, as if he had just lost Violet all over again.

Edward sat back down on his bed, and studied his hands. The hands that had tortured Thomas, even though he didn't do anything wrong. And, Edward knew that. He just wanted Thomas to see how much it had aggravated him that Thomas had stolen Violet.

Edward lay back on the bed, and sighed. Did he need to be evil? Violet obviously hated him still, so why bother changing?

"I only wish I could escape this," Edward said. "If only I could rid all of the evilness, and be Violet's prince charming, and save her somehow. If only......" Edward listened very closely. There was a sound coming all the way down the corridor. He jumped off the bed, and rushed out the door. He followed the sound, and found that it was coming from Violet's bedchamber.

Edward stood by her door, and listened. Violet was crying. It sounded like she really was actually sobbing very hard. Edward became fearful she might pass out.

He turned around, frowning. He didn't want Violet to feel this much pain, let alone any. He had given her a bedchamber, and hadn't tortured her! "Maybe she really does love that fool," Edward thought, a tight ball of guilt forming in his stomach. "No, stay strong." Edward, still frowning, headed back to his bedchamber, but wasn't relieved of any pain. He only felt more of it, just because of Violet's pain. He really did love her, but, supposedly, not enough.