Archi ran all the way to the servant's quarters, he didn't stop, he didn't even try to answer the guards who panicked because he was running, he just ran nonstop till he got the guard's quarters.
He ran to his room, opened the door, then slumped on his bed.
His heart was hammering in his chest, what happened back there
Oberon had called him son. He took off his mask, putting it beside him.
Tears sprang to his eyes, "This was not the plan," he whispered, his heart refusing to stop beating so fast.
He exhaled deeply, facing the ceiling. He patted his head, even spoke kindly to him.
He shut his eyes tight, trying to shut that image out of his hand, but it came back.
Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, "Calm down, calm down," he said to himself.
He sat on his bed, wiping his eyes with his thumb.
"Ugh," he cursed under his breath, "Should I still go on with this?" He bit his lower lip, "Should I still forgive him?"
