"I think Mark did the right thing." Grandma smiled at Kun. She sipped her tea with her eyes looking out the windows.

"But mother......He's being too harsh on him." Kun worriedly exclaimed.

"That's Doyoung's fault for spoiling him too much. If only he raised him better, Mark will not have to beat him so much to make him understand. He need not even live in that confined cottage that's barely enough for one. You raised Renjun well, I still don't understand how and where Doyoung went wrong." Grandma moon shook her head in disappointment. That child had been full of mischief and trouble since the age of four, the thought of being king some day started sinking into his head at A very young age.

"Must he be abusive though?" Kun sighed rubbing his face in pure agony.

"He's using his own medicine. Donghyuck beats his servants, he's merciless, rude, abusive, haughty and selfish. Remember when he threw Koeun in the dungeons because she accidentally stood in front of him when he was angry? I think someone should treat him the way he treats others. That's what Marks giving him in return. Hatred instead of love. I like the way he thinks, all these years love didn't change Haechan, Hatred sure will." She chuckled softly.

Mark splashed water on the beauty's face, waking him up, he purposely made sure the king's expensive dress was ruined so he had no choice but to change into the olders old dresses. Donghyuck had small red marks on his chubby cheeks and body. Mosquitoes, he'd never been bitten before because he was king.

"Make breakfast or starve. I can't cook,so I'd simply eat at tavern." Shrugged the dark haired boy, the younger scoffed, he literally threw up at the smell of the olders dresses.

Mark wasn't a bad person, he was the nicest guy you'd ever meet. But Donghyuck just didn't treat people like humans, he treated them worser than cattle. He didn't like that such a beauty could have a heart so cold. He knew the boy was hungry, then again he had made Chenle starve for a week days a few months ago. Perhaps poverty would teach him a lesson. He felt sorry for the boy that was so set upon being king but forgot to be a good ruler.

"I'm hungry. You are supposed to serve your king!" Donghyucks lips were trembling, he was cold and famished.

"I'm not. You are supposed to serve me and conceive my children." Mark smirked at the beauty.

"Why can't you get pregnant!!! I'll never let you touch me!!" The beauty cried out.

"Like I said......" The older lifted the boys jaw, his thumb tracing the thick lips of the boy. "Fuck me. Let's see if I conceive." Mark was confident. He wasn't a carrier and he knew it too well.

"I hate you!!!" The Donghyuck spat at Mark. He ran outside the house with a deep frown, what he didn't expect was that the guards blocked his way.

"Your grandmother has restrained your presence into the palace until further notice." The guards stated making the King growl with anger. The corner of his eye caught Chenle happily skipping towards the stairs of the palace. He made him trip.

"Your Highness!" Chenle hit his head on the stair and shouted in pain. The King shoved him up with his collar, his glare dangerous as he dashed him on the cobble ground and started kicking the poor servant because he was angry.

"Haechan stop it!!!" Renjun instantly rushed to the aid of his maid.

"Because of this worthless wermin I have sleep inside a sty!" Renjun didn't like how his brother behaved. Was this man really his own brother?

"Stop it! Mark is your husband and be grateful that he hasn't beaten you to death yet! If he was a bad person he'd have killed you by now! If you ever raise a finger at what's mine. I'll forget we are brothers!" Renjun had enough, he pushed his brother away as he carried his maid like a bride and went into the palace.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" The younger boy looked taken back because his brother took the side of a servant but not his side?

"The only crazy person here is you Donghyuck." Marks voice fuelled up the burning anger within the young boy beside him. The younger gritted his teeth balling his wrists in vengeance.

"I wish you'd die and leave me the fuck alone. I hate you so much I wish I could bury my sword into your fucking heart!" The King pushed Mark away, he ran back to the only place that'll give him shelter. His husband's house.

The rain made things worser, it kept leaking here and there in the small cottage. The candles flickered or were whooshed away by the wind, especially at a time like this the bandits, known as the stray kids who loitered away from their families began their looting spree.

"Who is it?" Donghyuck weakly mumbled that night, for he was hungry and cold. The door rattled continuously, he barely had the energy to even lift his body up. Then again he was afraid that Mark would beat him so he stood up sluggishly to open the door and within a bat of an eye he was thrown over a horse.

"What the fuck?!" Donghyuck screamed, it was them, the rumors. The bandits, the stray men who lived upon others. The rider tied his wrists, being surprisingly stronger than him. That's when for the first time since he was married he screamed his husband's name.

"MARK!!!!" Donghyuck screamed, as the troop galloped away with two more boys. He was afraid, his eyes empty with fear. "Markkkk!!!" He used a higher pitch this time, his mouth then was tied so he'd be silenced. They left the gates of the kingdom as the rain showered heavily on the King. His own words haunted him, the words he spat at Felix's father that day had pleaded before him.