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It had just passed a year since his world had fallen apart, though it'd felt like no time at all. He felt no less angry at the world today than he had that day, if anything his bitterness had grown, and there hadn't been a single moment where it hadn't clawed at his chest like an animal intent on ripping out his heart. The day Lynus' wife and child had died, Lynus had too. He knew it, his father and siblings and anyone who'd known him could see it too. He found no worth in life, no pleasure in anything and sought the aid of anything to numb his aching body and mind rather than face his reality sober.
'It will get easier.' they'd said. He'd heard this this numerous times before he threatened to murder the next person to utter the words in his vicinity. It wasn't comforting, it was infuriating, and he needed no reminder that his life would never be the same again.
He'd heard polite knocks at his door several times already this morning, but the guards and servants were more than used to being ignored by now. Still, they'd been particularly insistent until Lynus had promised that if they didn't fuck off, he'd have them put to death for treason. The next knock at the door was not so much a knock as a meaty fist pounding into the solid oak.
"Get up, Lynus!" His father's voice caused his eyes to open enough to squint at the door and realise how badly his head pounded. He groaned and ran a hand over his face, only to wince at another, more insistent pounding of fists on the door. "Must I have this door beaten down?!" the King bellowed, and Lynus growled irritably in response.
"Alright! Enough!.. Fuck me." the Prince huffed and pulled himself out of bed and into a pair of loose breeches. He didn't bother to make haste toward the door, but he could hear his father's muttering to guards on servants on the other side of it. The second he'd unlocked the door, it was pushed open and his father swept into the room, leaving Lynus looking more than a little pissed off at the intrusion.
"What's going--" he'd started, but his father slammed a hand down on the crook of his neck and shook him, and his headache.
"Gods. Look at the state of you. Get yourself cleaned up - we've guests arriving within the hour and I need you looking your best. It's not a choice, Lynus." he added quickly when his son had looked intent on protest. "Now, shape up. I'll see you downstairs." he slapped twice at his cheek and turned away before his son could say anything else.
Lynus had absolutely no intention of entertaining guests today. There was little doubt in his mind that it would be yet another eligible bachelorette who would sit there awkwardly as his father and her father discussed how suitable the match was, as though the pair were not in the room at all. No more, he'd said, and he'd meant it. Lynus shut the door to his room and opened that of his more frequented cabinet, usually housing the finest of whiskies, and now emptied by some treasonous snake as he'd slept.
"The fuck is this?!" Lynus bellowed as he slammed the cabinet shut and moved instead to his wardrobe. Behind all of the finery was an outfit far more befitting of someone who wished to blend in. Muddied boots and thick grey cloak adorned, he pulled up his hood and slipped between tapestry and wall, taking the lesser known escape stairs and tunnel out of the keep.
The Prince was going out for the day.
'It will get easier.' they'd said. He'd heard this this numerous times before he threatened to murder the next person to utter the words in his vicinity. It wasn't comforting, it was infuriating, and he needed no reminder that his life would never be the same again.
He'd heard polite knocks at his door several times already this morning, but the guards and servants were more than used to being ignored by now. Still, they'd been particularly insistent until Lynus had promised that if they didn't fuck off, he'd have them put to death for treason. The next knock at the door was not so much a knock as a meaty fist pounding into the solid oak.
"Get up, Lynus!" His father's voice caused his eyes to open enough to squint at the door and realise how badly his head pounded. He groaned and ran a hand over his face, only to wince at another, more insistent pounding of fists on the door. "Must I have this door beaten down?!" the King bellowed, and Lynus growled irritably in response.
"Alright! Enough!.. Fuck me." the Prince huffed and pulled himself out of bed and into a pair of loose breeches. He didn't bother to make haste toward the door, but he could hear his father's muttering to guards on servants on the other side of it. The second he'd unlocked the door, it was pushed open and his father swept into the room, leaving Lynus looking more than a little pissed off at the intrusion.
"What's going--" he'd started, but his father slammed a hand down on the crook of his neck and shook him, and his headache.
"Gods. Look at the state of you. Get yourself cleaned up - we've guests arriving within the hour and I need you looking your best. It's not a choice, Lynus." he added quickly when his son had looked intent on protest. "Now, shape up. I'll see you downstairs." he slapped twice at his cheek and turned away before his son could say anything else.
Lynus had absolutely no intention of entertaining guests today. There was little doubt in his mind that it would be yet another eligible bachelorette who would sit there awkwardly as his father and her father discussed how suitable the match was, as though the pair were not in the room at all. No more, he'd said, and he'd meant it. Lynus shut the door to his room and opened that of his more frequented cabinet, usually housing the finest of whiskies, and now emptied by some treasonous snake as he'd slept.
"The fuck is this?!" Lynus bellowed as he slammed the cabinet shut and moved instead to his wardrobe. Behind all of the finery was an outfit far more befitting of someone who wished to blend in. Muddied boots and thick grey cloak adorned, he pulled up his hood and slipped between tapestry and wall, taking the lesser known escape stairs and tunnel out of the keep.
The Prince was going out for the day.