"P...prince," he let out nervously.
He felt as though an alien had taken the crown prince away and replaced him. The man standing by the window was a man he had never known.
The crown prince had his serious season but this was not it. This was completely different, it was as though the man was not alive.
Davion turned his head in Winrus's direction. His eyes were empty. There was no feeling inside of him. Winrus iched closer to him scared of the change that the prince had gone through in the night.
He had no idea what had happened but seeing his friend so cold and emotionless made his heart sting. He felt a strong pang in his chest from looking at this sight of the prince.
"What's wrong? Can't stand the thoughts of your desires huh?" Winrus asked trying to get the prince's happy mood back.
"I have no desires," Davion replied coldly. His voice touched a different type of cold that the make had never seen in the prince before. "My mind is clear, there are no thoughts disturbing me," the prince added.
The prince inhaled and went back to staring at the clouds. He was calm and composed.
"Can I touch your hair?" Winrus asked him. His hair was always a no go zone. It might be short now but the prince was still the same, he was sure that the man would refuse and say something naughty to him.
"It's a free kingdom. Do as you please," the prince replied shocking him to the core.
Winrus was left with his jaw dropped. He was unsure of what happened that triggered the prince to change so much in just one night.
"The king wants everyone at breakfast," Winrus informed to him.
The prince nodded and gave no further response. He moved from the window, he straightened his shirt and gazed into the broken mirror on the wall. He saw his reflection in it, a glint of pain flashed before his eyes.
His eyes folded into a fist and the mirror shattered into pieces. "Arghhh," Winrus screamed ducking away so that the pieces of the mirror don't hurt him.
Once the mirror was broken, the crown prince went back to be being cold. His aura forced his servant to step a distance from him.
The safest place that Winrus could find was far away from the prince. He had changed and was unpredictable. He was nothing like the crown prince that he helped get ready for bed last night. The man before him had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and was worrying him.
The prince stepped out of his room. His eyes caught sight of the mirror outside the door. Due to his previous love for his looks, he had mirrors placed everywhere in the palace.
His reflection in the mirror was haunting. An image of the way he looked before the prince of Xeris paid him a visit appeared in the mirror. It had the brightest smile that he usually wore on his face.
The smile felt like it was taunting him on how he looked now. His heart had been fractured for reasons he knew nothing about. All he did was tease the prince now and then, nothing harmful and yet the male went overboard and cut his hair.
He closed his eyes, the mirrors in the palace started shattering one by one from where he was. Servants, court ladies/ men, guests and others who were in the palace screamed for their lives as they ran away.
The palace was filled with screams of children, women and men running for their lives with the glass shattering everywhere. Sine got scratched with the glasses. While others had pieces of the glasses pierce through their skin as they made a run for it.
He wanted to never see that image if himself ever again. He was a fractured man with nothing left to lose, he had nothing to gain from the world either and hence he had become the most dangerous person in the whole of Aphidia.
"You fool," the king shouted.
He was getting a headache from all the screams happening in his palace so early in the morning. There was only one person that he could think of that could create such chaos in the palace and he found his suspicion to be true.
He reached the prince and forgot the words that he had come to say. The anger that he had built up in his chest vanished in that moment. He froze as he gazed at his son.
The sadness in his heart was similar to the day that he had lost his wife the late queen. It felt like he had lost his son as he had lost his wife, the person before him stood unmoving staring at him, there was nothing in his eyes.
He had also noticed that the crown prince's hair had been cut. He looked passed the prince and glared at the slave standing behind him.
Winrus shook his head refusing the accusation the king had in his eyes. He was not responsible for cutting the prince's hair. The man as either cut it himself or someone else had done it in his sleep.
Which was highly unlikely so the first option was much more believable. Perhaps the prince had just gotten tired of his hair and decided to cut it short.
"Tell me which sad soul are you going to tease early this morning?" the king asked surprised that the man was even out of his room dressed.
It was unlike him not to create drama early in the morning. It was normal for them that the change shocked them.
"I have no intentions of doing that father," Davion replied calmly to his father. "As the crown prince my duty is to the kingdom and that is what I will concentrate on," he added.
Just then Jason appeared in his sight behind the king. He had his butler with him and both were walking in their direction. Davion looked at Jason, his eyes remained motionless and still.
He saw the cause of his change, the one who took his soul from him approaching him, a cold engulfed his body freezing his heart further.
He was broken.