As long as the war starts, then this war will end soon...
No tears, Anthony won't cry. He will not be a man with weak feelings.
Now he has nothing but himself.
No love, no family, nothing.
Anthony still remembers very clearly when he was a child. He was alone and lonely as usual because his father was always busy with Alexander and there was never a mother figure to accompany him.
He didn't even have a foster mother as Alexander had, there were only servants who helped him get clothes for him and prepared meals for him after that no one accompanied him.
"Why should I live if I'm being ignored?" Anthony threw stones at the stream above the bridge behind the gates of his kingdom.
The river water was always calm so that it made him feel more alone but the river water which was always calm suddenly rippled as if oak was pushing the calm water into a commotion.
Frightened, Anthony stepped back.
