Trapped In Hisstory

Chance felt furious, rage piling up inside him, but he tried hard to hold it back in. He felt disgusted, not to the male prostitutes, but to the King.

'Despicable.' he thought. No matter what happens, even if the King starts to do good things in the future, his view about him will never change. He is a ruthless devil through and through.

No redemption could ever save the King from the evil deeds he has made. He was nothing but a King who abuses his power, someone who creates rules that will satisfy only himself, Chance thought.

'A ruler like that is disgusting.' Chance said inside his mind and he glared at the King of Antares, who was resting his cheeks on his hand as he looked at the prostitutes.

The male prostitutes were almost stripped naked, with only a little clothing covering their manhood. Their hands were cuffed, and they were all connected with a long chain from their cuffs as they walked slowly, tired from the heavy chains.

The Crown Prince gritted his teeth while clenching his fists. The more he looked at them the more he pitied them and was swelling up from anger. For the prostitutes to wear almost nothing while every noble could see them, made him mad. There was no need to go this far, 'This is nothing but humiliation!' he yelled inside his mind.

If an angel could whisper to see the good in all people, Chance thought that it might not work. Maybe King Cadell had a bad past, maybe something happened which made him like that, but even so, Chance believes that the past has nothing to do with the judgment of whether a person is good or bad. If he was evil because of something bad that he experienced, then he is still evil. Having a bad experience or a bad past as an excuse will not make you nice.

Excuses will not undo the evil things that he committed.

Six male prostitutes have been brought in, only six. Originally, the second squad who reported to Commander Alec found thirteen of them, but others escaped and so only almost half of them were captured.

The six of them have different expressions plastered on their faces. Some felt scared as he looked at his hands while trembling, avoiding to meet the gazes of the people. Some were nervous, deep in their thoughts as they think of whether they will be able to get out of the palace alive. While some were filled with gloom, as if they all lost the will to live, lose the hope of surviving from the King of Antares.

The whispering of the people started to get louder. They stared at the prostitutes with a disgusted look, knowing that those men have slept with countless people of the same sex. While the others looked horrified, pitying the men that are about to be executed. Even Lady Caroline, the Consort of the King, obviously does not like what she was about to witness.

Two knights were guarding the men, one in the front and one in the back. The knight at the front stopped, making the prostitutes that are walking in a chain stopped, and they all lined up horizontally in front of King Cadell. 

"Bow and kneel to His Majesty, the King!"

The male prostitutes knelt down, but the others must be lost in their thoughts, making them unable to hear the order. The two knights lifted the two prostitutes' faces using their staves, and they both snapped out from their daze. Startled when they saw weapons under their chins.

"Bow and kneel to His Majesty, the King!" the messenger repeated.

The knights put their staves away from their faces, swinging them back to hit the back of the male prostitutes' knees hard, making them kneel with their heads down while wincing in pain.

"We lowly commoners greet Your Majesty." all of them said. It was evident in their tone that they are going weak as their voices crack.

"This greeting that the six of you are giving me might be the last." the King said as his amused looked turned serious, looking at them with anger in his eyes.

Chance does not know what grudge the King had. What have the people who like the same sex ever done to him? "Father," Chance called out, and the King turned his gaze to his son.

"We are celebrating the day of my birth. Is it really necessary to commence the execution in here?" Chance cannot help but to ask.

"As a Crown Prince, it is natural to do a good thing for the people at every chance you get."

Chance met with the King's eyes while his eyebrows are forced together. "You mean to say that you call an execution in the celebration as a 'good' thing?" the Crown Prince asked, almost letting out a snort. That was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

"Of course it is. A lowly commoner who broke the law, dying in a grand celebration? Such privilege is more than a good thing, do you not think so?" 

'Since you seem to adore those filthy men, it will be a privilege for them to die at a royal celebration, is it not?'

'It is never a good thing to die a death that one does not deserve!' Chance yelled inside his head. Chance was amazed at himself for his patience, for being able to bear all that the King was doing on his own birthday. Despicable.

Chance said nothing in return, and he could feel all the stares on him. Especially the stares of the Duke and Duchess of Lockhart, the Marquess of Lanstone, and the Counts of Midford and Millington.

Sobbing was heard, and they turned to the prostitutes, with tears falling from their eyes. Tears that they have kept the moment they heard the decree of their execution.

"Your Majesty, please have mercy on us!"

"We have only done it for money!"

"We are very poor, Your Highness, please understand!"

The King had a grim expression on his face. "A stupid excuse. If you filthy men were in need of money, you could have gone to find a job that is better than prostitution!" King Cadell exclaimed.

Their cries have gone louder as they begged the king to not kill them. "We indeed slept with many men for money and because some of us were forced! But even so, I fell in love with a man who also loved me despite of my job!" one of the men said.

The King looked uninterested and became more annoyed. "We have no need to hear your romance!"

"I fell in love with my own kind but that does not make me filthy!"

"Why is it so wrong?!"

Chance closed his eyes. Cannot bear to look at the six of them. Looking at them begging the king made his heart ache. He swore not to break the rules of Fate and follow the dream he had. So he cannot do anything to help them, and even if he does try to help them, he doubts that it would be anything useful as the King will still have them killed.

"Your Royal Highness! Please help us!"

"Crown Prince, we beg for your mercy!"

"Help us!!"

Chance looked at them, but averted his gaze when they saw the look in their eyes. It hurts so much to just stand there and watched as they hold on to the edge of the cliff even though it is obvious that they are fated to fall.

"I cannot hear any more of their loud voices begging me. Kill them." the King ordered and some of the nobles put their hands on their mouth as they gasped when the knight raised their blades.

'Aaaaaaaaaa!!!'

'Your Majesty, please have mercy!'

'What did we ever do wrong, Your Majesty?!'

'Your Highness, help us!!'

Chance shut his eyes tight as he heard the sound of the blades hitting their fleshes hard. The begging of the male prostitutes ceased and Chance slowly opened his eyes to check.

The blood was drained from the Crown Prince's body as he had gone pale while looking at the blood squirting from the cut of the neck in the middle part and the liquid spread, making a pool of blood in front of the stage where the thrones were.

The beheaded necks rolled and one of it stopped near the Crown Prince's feet. The eyes of the head were still open as it looked at him, staring deep inside his soul.

Chance did not care what people would think as he stormed out of the ballroom with his cape fluttering as he slowly walked out. With blood dripping from the hem of the cape.

He could still hear the screams of the men and the whispering of the people as it drummed, echoing inside his head. He stopped walking and dropped down to the ground while covering his ears with his hands as he cried when the scene he witnessed replayed in his head.

"I-I am sorry...I could not do anything..." he sobbed. One of his hands went down and gripped his clothes on his chest, as his heart was in pain. Aching, crying along with those who died.

"Charles...are you all right?" a voice asked softly.

A voice of the person he knows well enough who.