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His eyes widened at the sight of sora grabbing his wrist, which was red and scratched, hard to tell if it would bruise. But the prince swore he could feel his fist pulsing with its pain. He didnt release the grip sora had on him, but looked him in the eyes as he spoke. He’d definitely scold himself later for being this open with the brunet. The prince thought his words were going to scare him away, a troubled guy like Noctis with a slight bi polar attitude just wasnt worth the time, that was how he saw himself to others anyway.

“It’s not so much as to who would be suited, but I know there are probably others who could do better. My staff respect me because, well.. It’s in the job description I guess. Couldn’t have a sassy chef now telling me my prawns are cooked properly when they clearly aren’t” he mustered a small laugh trying to lighten the conversation as if it were the worst of his problems. Then switching back to thoughts of his mother.

The death of his mother was common knowledge, or so they thought it was. The king told the kingdom she passed in her sleep shortly after the fire that burnt half the castle. No one understood his lie, they could all read through it so some made up their own tales.

“My mother.. She died in a fire that I caused. I was 8, almost 9.” He exhaled, glancing away from the brunet, mustering his words.

“Sorry, I’ve never spoke of this to anyone other than father…. I was playing with the kitchen staff, play fighting with towels” he smiled slightly at the memory. “I left the towel on the top of the hob. It set almost instantly, no one was around at this point, I panicked, I ran” he could feel tears brewing in his eyes.

“I ran to get father, we dashed down a mere ten minutes later, the oils and grease had set the kitchen and a few other rooms on fire. Father ran to evacuate everyone, almost forgetting me as I ran off to find my mother” he squeezed his lips together for a moment with his fingers, trying to keep himself together.

“I looked everywhere.. I… I ran back to the kitchen, which was falling apart, and underneath the burning wood.. Was my mother, I tried pulling her out.. I tried I really did” he blinked to postpone the tears, stressing his words with hand gestures.

“A part of the roof collapsed infront of me, I couldn’t see her anymore, I just heard her screams… The smell of her flesh.. I” a tear rolled down his cheek.
“I’m sorry Sora” he ignored everything from the previous conversation as he escorted himself in to another section of the library, tears rolling down his cheeks.

He sat in the corner, buried his head in his arms that were crossed over his knees. “So there you go. I’m not as tough as I look, go on, take the mic or whatever I know you want to” he said almost too bitterly but regretted his words instantly. “Sorry I didn’t..”