Even if you should break me
In an age of upheaval, Crown Prince Zihardhi ascended the throne following the death of Queen Olivia.
No one questioned his worthiness to rule.
“You’re angry, aren’t you? So angry you’d rather not let them live.”
One day, Zihardhi’s true face behind the mask was unmasked, by none other than a mere scrap of a girl, brought to the royal palace at the late Queen Olivia’s behest.
‘The girl from the Ferlos family who bought her title with money.’
What began as simple curiosity toward Romia soon twisted into relentless torment, fed by her refusal to behave as expected.
Zihardhi dealt with his fascination in that manner, relentlessly testing and probing Romia, like trying to untangle a string of inscrutable modifiers, always eager to see what would come next.
“You know when I’m angry, when I’m sad, and when I’m glad. So how can you not know, that I lust for you?”
She could name sorrow, anger, and joy. yet failed to recognise the desire directed at her. Until Romia could name that emotion, too….
He cast off his perfect mask before her, completely.
