[TAMIKO]
"I never meant to make you mourn again, Papa, I swear it," Tamiko said earnestly as he weakly grasped his father's wrist like it was the only anchor he had left at this point.
Perhaps that was it for him because everything else seemed so out of touch with their reality anyway.
"Then please don't make me bury you twice, please," the king said, his voice barely audible. Tamiko felt like he had been stabbed in the heart a thousand times without a break, his breath hitched at his father's statement.
His face went pale, like the mere thought of that happening worried him to the core.
Of course, he had learned about the king long while he was still just a slave in Grealor. He had learned of the king who had lost everything and left everything back then. The king, who never showed his face, and many had assumptions about him.
The king who mourned so openly and whose hurt was felt by everyone.
The king, whose loss had gotten everyone mourning with him.
