Oscar smiled, faintly. He knew what she was talking about but that was just the way she saw things.
"I know how you see it and I also want to believe that too but the king... He is always bored and... lonely. Just as you noticed the first time you looked into his eyes, he is incredibly lonely. And if I can fill that loneliness, even just a little bit, even if it's just for a moment, I would be more than happy to." He confessed.
"But being lonely doesn't give him the right to force others, Oscar." Susan suddenly glared. Her eyes, holding onto bitter and vengeful feelings. "He's lonely doesn't mean he can do whatever he likes to quail that boredom." Her words were filled with rage but Oscar couldn't help but wonder what had happened between them.
