"Your Majesty!" A voice in hurry came from the hall as soon as Heath excited from the chambers.

"Servants told me that you were standing here from early morning." Heath said with no urgency, no hint of emotion in his voice. He adjusted his cuffs as one maid came forward and draped the red robe over his shoulders.

"Your majesty I..." He paused as he looked around.

Heath understood his indication and gesture servants to retreat as he stepped on the cold floor of hallway with his heeled shoes, the fabric brushing against his skin like a lover's touch.

His every move as elegant and powerful with full of control. As the wind flows it gently swayed his messy hairs causing few strands to wave along the wind giving him a soften touch despite his cold face.

Cain gazed at the man whose slender shoulders had borne the burden of the entire Credia Empire since he was sixteen.

Even now, at the age of twenty-seven, his momentum hasn't slowed down; instead, the aura around him has become more mature and calmer, as if not even a calamity could not shake this man.

It's just that...

Cain cast a quick glance at the man he was following.

He had been following his movements since the moment the man ascended the throne and donned the crown of the Credia Empire, giving his utmost loyalty.

Over the years, Cain watched as the man he followed became less human, more machine.

It wasn't until he saw the young knight, who had arrived at the palace four years prior at the tender age of fifteen, that without him realizing turned from a simple young boy to a blossomed handsome, dashing nineteen-year-old young man.

The warmth of His Majesty's demeanor was unmistakably clear to him, as he served as the royal secretary, a position second only in closeness to Your Majesty after Mr. Butler.

Who would have imagined that the man would betray His Majesty, who had been nothing but kind and supportive to him?

"If you have nothing to do but stare at me, then I might as well cut off your tongue since it's of no use." The coldness in the air was almost suffocating, forcing Cain to concentrate on the task at hand rather than dwell on a past that could very well render him mute forever.

See!

This is what he was talking about!

The absolute favoritism is so visible!

Damn it... Were it not for the size of his paycheck then he...

"Your Majesty, I had something report. Yesterday, there is news from Wildon County that a group of people claimed to be Heaven Justice cult had been illegally recruiting soldiers and spreading rumors under the banner of righteous and justice. They are also spreading the rumors on recent arrest of criminal Alastair."

"Oh, what are they saying?" Heath asked nonchalantly as he stepped on white tiles of long hallway. The early sunlight eliminates this side face as his pale skin seem more paler as if that of a dead person.

Cain gulped the lump in his throat and tried to not sound nervous, "They claim that the accusation of treason against Criminal Alastair is merely a pretext...." he began cautiously, aware of the rampant rumors. He refrained from saying more as it was obvious what type rumors were going around. Instead, he tried to save his life by saying less and gave a suggestion, "... your majesty, why don't punish Criminal Alastair according to law. If things get around, it will be bad for his majesty's reputation and trust of Credia people on you. No matter what Criminal Alastair is the star in the eyes of common people. Not only he was the solider from the common background who make to the top but also brought the victory to Credia in War of Red Valley.  Besides, it's also disrespectful to keep the general of Empire as his majesty... concubine." 

Cain hesitated before uttering 'concubine'. He would indeed be blind to consider Alastair merely a concubine when it was evident that he had become a plaything for his Majesty. 

"Why does royal secretary state this? Is becoming my concubine is not a honor for mere commoner soldier?"

THIS

FUCKER?!

Cain pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, striving to keep his anger from seeping into his voice. He gave the sweetest smile he could think of, even though he was aware that Heath couldn't see his face, " Your Majesty, you want to fucking kill yourself then do! Was it not bloody enough for you kill that bitch son of grand duke and already worse our relationship with Aristocrat Society that now you want to get spit on for being gay?! Oops, I forgot you already getting spit on! That's why have become so courageous, right?"

DANM IT!!

THIS LOUDMOUTH OF HIS!

YOU FUCKED UP CAIN!!