Turning to the sky to admire the stunning beauty of nature, Kayden let the soft sunlight brush against his skin like a gentle whisper.
The blinding pain from the ugly mark on his cheek had eased for the moment.
He just wanted a place to call his own.
A little peace — somewhere no wars, no battles… but only a fool would say that. Human life was built upon violence and war.
Unfortunately, whether it was luck or a curse, he was trapped in the center of a severe battle within the palace, and it was draining him. Worse, that nagging heroic complex of his kept tripling the stress. It was so annoying.
Like a lone wolf, he stood aimlessly in the middle of the garden, relishing the view and the strange peace and quiet.
Zolan's senseless statements shouldn't have hurt him, but that man was just a dry soul lacking any human excitement. The more Kayden thought about it, the more Zolan irritated him.
Save him, my ass. He needed to die. Yes — he must die.
Snap…
