𝐷𝐴𝑅𝐾 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑆

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chapter.5| Not a Loveless Game|

     "Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none."

Quietly slipping back into the room I found Thatcher leaning his head against the wall.

"You know if my father ever found out about my sexual preference I would be as good as dead." a dark humorless laugh emitted from his chest.

" just as dead to him as soon as my mother died in place of me.'' his laughing became hysterical. Before I knew what I was doing I started Walking up slowly behind him.  Putting my arms around his waist. What the hell am I doing? What if he could be over exaggerating? No there could be no ways this boy was lying. The marks across his back, the pain in his voice, the look in his eyes. Even i couldn't lie like that.

I felt him relax underneath my touch after a while. Thatcher turned in my hold and that's when I heard the first sob and then comes the next and the next. I don't know what exactly compelled me to do what I did but, were all lost and broken souls in this world. Everything we love gets taken. Every time we trust it gets broken. Everywhere there is a person who has it ten times as hard as the one before. At that moment I rethought this plan. I can't have him go back to a monster that I saved him from. It wouldn't have been the choice my father would have made or ever thought of. If I wanted to execute this plan to avenge my father; the kingdom but I needed to do this myself. I am the ruler and I'd be damned if I let someone walk over and destroy it. I'd be damned if thatcher were to ever see his sorry excuse of a face ever again.

I told thatcher to get some sleep and that I would come to his chambers to see him in the morning only that would happen a lot sooner than expected because as I turned to leave he grabbed my hand.

"Could you please stay with me, for a little bit?'' His voice sounded so small like a child would if they were having night terrors. Nodding my head he made room for me.

"Thank you, my Queen'' he sounded as if he was starting to drift off into sleep. Wrapping my arms around his pale frame I said into his hair golden,

"Adya, just call me Adya.'' I whisper into his disheveled mess.

As I started to drift into my own slumber I knew what I had to do and it is going to be done. Even the gods couldn't change my mind. It was set and there is no going back. If I shall die it'll be me putting a sword in the belly of a bastard. But until then no one inside and outside of this kingdom is safe. It could only be me to stop this madness any further, only me.