*Third POV*
"If he doesn't wins the heart of the princess he is as good as death to me" the voice echoing around his ears. With Damian's head bowed as low as he could with his hands behind his back, the drop of blood falling down on the floor one after the other.
"Father let's not talk about him and rune the mood as only three days are left for the princess birthday and her to choose her partner," another voice said from the other side of the room. This only made to clutch his hands into a tight fist.
"Master please be safe wherever you are" Damian mumbles under his breath walking through the long hallway ahead of him as fast as he could.
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Deep mourning escapes through the lips of Koishi as he is pushed back upon the bed feeling the heat all over his body as if it's burning. Felt the sweat forming over his forehead along with his heart beating against his chest.
