The Tears of a Prince

You can read the novel online free at LatestNovel.Net or SweetNovel.Net

Kai was known for his cheerful attitude, the unfiltered happiness and his brutal honesty. He was the kind of person that would look at the devil in the eyes and smile cockily, not allowing anyone to see his weaknesses. He didn't want people to know he was afraid, it wouldn't do him any good and he definitely wouldn't benefit from it. So he preferred to face everything as if they were going to last only for a second. Momentarily fear, momentarily sadness and anxiety. He had all the time in the world, hidden in the walls of his room to worry but now, in front of everyone he wouldn't dare to stop smiling. 

Him and Lun were guided to the throne room by two guards. Their hands tied behind their backs as a so-called precaution. He knew his mother though, it was just a way to humiliate him more. The younger prince could feel the rough rope rub on his wrists, the eyes of the servants landing on him and then their gazes traveling away, pretending they didn't notice him. The young prince scoffed, a grin on his face while his golden hair fell in his eyes. 

"You could have used a better material to tie our hands, I am still the prince after all." he told the guard he was walking ahead of him. They were like two sheep ready for the slaughter. The other guard walked behind them, making sure they were not going to escape. The guard didn't answer him, he just coughed, feeling awkward by the fact that he had to tie the prince like a criminal. "Of course you wouldn't answer." Kai mumbled and after a while their little stroll to the palace, a walk of shame, ended. 

The double doors opened, revealing an enormous room. The throne was in the far back, heightened by a black platform. His mother was sitting there. A golden armchair with red velvet cushions. The back of the chair had a complicated design, two golden feathers like those of an angel spreading to the sides, shining under the candle lights, making the beautiful woman seem like a superior being. The feet of the throne were sculpted roses, drowned and clenched by thorny vines. It was a very beautiful throne, showing elegance but at the same time there was something morbid about it, it sang the song of death and whoever sat on it immediately looked a lot more deadly. 

Apart from the throne the rest of the room was pretty simple. Red tapestry with golden designs in the corners, a huge chandelier similar to the one in the dining room while the floor was made from black marble, polished to absolute perfection. He could see his reflection, just like yesterday and he pretended to not dislike his own image. Kai could see the worry in his eyes while his smile seemed foreign as if someone had stuck it on his face by force. He didn't stop though. 

The three werewolves were standing by the side of the throne, observing the two trouble makers. Mika seemed happy, he didn't like Kai after all, he wouldn't forgive him easily for trying to frame his friend. Octavius was perplexed, he didn't want the kids to be punished, he wasn't that kind of person, Kai could see it in his eyes. He had some compassion in his eyes, something that his mother clearly lacked. Philip was the one he couldn't read. While he was pushed to the floor by the guard, his shirt being ripped in two by a knife, exposing his pale back, the younger prince realized that the werewolf didn't dare to look at him. Again he was avoiding his eyes, just like yesterday. Wasn't he satisfied? Kai wondered. He was getting out of this as the winner, his expression though had no joy. It was blank. 

"You two will be whipped now. I want you to count. You can't fall unconscious. Don't think you will get out of it. We will wait until you wake up to continue." she said, her eyes glued on her son. "That's what you get for being idiots." 

He was an idiot, of course he was but not for the reason everyone thought. His mother, the queen, called him an idiot for getting caught. For admitting to his mistake. She was making this punishment ten times harsher than it should be because of that, because he had disobeyed her. Kai raised his head, looking at his mother with a grin on his face and right before the whip landed on his cold body he parted his lips.

"Dear mother nobody cares what you think." he told her, rudely and the woman's eyes widened, her hand gripping the armrest of her throne. 

Kai, in the last second locked eyes with Philip, catching him off guard. The werewolf took a step back, as if he felt threatened by him and Kai winked, his blue eyes playful as they met with him. 

The sound of the whip slashing the air was almost deafening, the hard leather hitting his skin with no mercy, ripping open the flesh. Kai did not scream, he bit his lips, his face dropping, his hair hiding his expression. 

He could feel the warm blood against his skin and the moment the body tried to heal the guard hit him again, opening up a second wound. 

"Count!" His mother screamed at them and the young men counted in unison. 

Two, Two hundred and ninety eight left to go.

The sound of the whip was like a roar. The battle cry of an enemy as it landed with force, every time faster than the previous, not giving him the least bit of time to heal. His body would shutter, he would fall and get grabbed so he would stand again on his knees. He didn't cry, Kai did not shed even a single tear and his groans were almost like whispers. 

Through his hair, his hazy eyes were looking at someone. Shocked, his lips parted, he lost his composure. 

The younger prince hadn't cried, he had held strong but the man before him, he was shedding his own tears, his hazel eyes glossy from the diamond drops. 

The moment Kai saw him, he lost it, the strength that had kept him silent up to now. 

When the next hit landed on his back, he screamed. 

A loud cry, filled with pain and….

anger.

Best novel online free at LatestNovel.Net or SweetNovel.Net