"Can't you see? This friend you have valued for all these years..... He was the daemon!"
Cermin shook his head, and pushed him away.
"No! I don't believe it..... Ronin was my best friend! He was there for me when I need most and he did nothing but to care for me!"
Zeriav was hurt for being pushed like this, even when he did not fall down or anything. His heart ached with how manipulated the prince had become because of this daemon's schemes.
"Your Highness, listen to me---"
"I can't believe you never changed, Zeriav." Cermin said. "Even after all these years..."
"You are still so possessive of me."
Zeriav blinked. "What..... But I....."
Cermin looked away with his fist clenched and face scrunched, as if it was difficult for him to say these words too. But he believed it was needed to be said.
