These words struck Xendros upon hearing it.
He suddenly felt a tug on his sleeve, and only realized that the people had stood up already, while he still remained blankly sitting on the ground. Prince Faestien who was beside him brushed off the dust from his shoulders, and offered a hand to help him up.
"Are you still doing well, Brother Xendros? Did the performance stun you that much, or was it the heat of this scalding mid-day sun?" He asked with that pearly white smile.
"Uh.... no. It is nothing, Your Highness."
But the words repeated again and again in his head like discordant whispers.
"To love and to be loved makes you a Fool."
"To love and to be loved makes you a Fool."
"To love and to be loved makes you a Fool."
"To love and to be loved makes you a Fool."
