I went to the worker bathroom after I escorted Young Lord back to his room. My chest felt too stuffy. I went inside one of the toilet stall and sat there. The serfs were all working, so no one would hear a nineteen years old man sobbing inside a toilet.
I didn't want to cry. Because it felt shameful for a grown man like me to cry, especially as a slave who already experienced the bitterness of life.
But to lie and stab Young Lord with my own words, and then seeing his reaction, it was worse than what I could've imagine. I didn't expect him to look so heart broken.
I wiped the tears that welled in my eyes. I repeatedly said sorry to Young Lord, but it was only in my heart. I didn't want to harm him at all. And I didn't want to cause trouble for him.
'Young Lord, I'm sorry. This slave is really useless.'
'We've only reunited for a day and I already hurt you...'
