A Vizima and Jorg encounter

(Writers note: The Roseborn chapters aren’t done, I do plan to go back to them but right now I just really need to move on and do something else before I go crazy.)

“Hey, you. What are you doing in front of there?’ Today as well Vizima discovered the figure prowling outside of the princess’s bed-chamber. Their shoulders flinched a little and when they slowly turned around, Vizima scrunched his brows at the unexpected individual.

Vizima stretched out an arm to block Jorg’s path as he attempted to pass by him. Jorg stopped in his tracks before glancing at Vizima. Vizima leaned toward him with another hand in his pocket.

“……What are you doing?”

“I could ask the same. What are you doing in the palace at this time of day?”

Vizima twisted his face while lowering his outstretched hand.

“A sex **** like you who should live as a doll, coming only when called for, dares to hang around the princess?”

At Vizima’s taunting, Jorg had raised his voice in a sudden temper. “The princess doesn’t seem to have a problem with my company, that's more than I can say about you.”

“Such a clever way with words you have for a ****, tell me did she teach you or are you just mimicking her?”

“Her Highness-.”

“What exactly do you want? It seems that you think she’s yours because you’ve been favoured these last few days. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Conduct yourself according to your position.”

“That is between me and Her Highness. I don’t want to hear someone else tell me what’s right or wrong.”

“Spiteful bastard. I guess you’re not even embarrassed by your own dirty body?”

“…..!”

The rumours were widespread. They said that the princess had finally fallen for her lowly concubine and wouldn’t even look at another man because of it.

Even though he was sure she was just giving him her attention out of curiosity like with the prince and would soon tire of him and kick him out, Vizima wasn’t sure what to do about the rage that boiled inside of him.

He was barely hanging on because this was the princess who didn’t know how to love. And he believed that wouldn’t change.

Did that lowly **** really mean nothing to the princess?

What about the actions she had taken for him the other day?

She wasn’t someone who would do something so troublesome. Normally she would have just taken everyone’s heads. ‘Why hadn’t she killed them yet?’

Vizima saw an emotion there. But he denied his own hunch.

“Then what about you?”

Then, for the first time, he heard a voice of firm resolve from the pale-faced ****. And it was accompanied by hard and sharp eyes that strongly signalled his intent.

“What right do you have to say that?”

“What?”

“Do you think someone who betrayed Her Highness and hasn’t even sought forgiveness has the right to lecture other people?”

“…….”

“I know. I know, how could someone like me dare? But at least I’m not an animal like you who doesn’t know loyalty or gratitude!”

Vizima momentarily forgot his words. His pride was hurt. All because he couldn’t respond head-on to the words that lowly man was spitting out. “Then are you saying I should beg for forgiveness I won’t receive?”

“Of course you have to! Even if… you end up being thrown away. Although that has nothing to do with you.”

“Someone like you…. What does someone like you know….!”

He was laying his heart bare, squeezing out his voice in a howl. But before he could finish Jorg brushed past him, blowing cold air in his wake.

Vizima lifted his palm and buried his face in it. His breathing became ragged.

He had pleaded and begged hundreds, no, thousands of times.

For her to love him, to just accept him, to at least let him stay by her side, and if not that, to very occasionally come to see him. To please not throw him away.

The smaller and more insignificant his wish became, the more wretched his feelings. Then when he thought he couldn’t get any more miserable, he had experienced something far worse.

His heart ripped into a dozen pieces, like cloth. He felt nauseous. Vizima suppressed the feeling. Like he always had. But it didn’t get better.

“You were here?”

Hearing the voice, Vizima slowly lifted his face from his hand. His bloodshot eyes found a familiar face. It was the servant of the emperor.

“His imperial majesty would like to see you.”

With those words, everything ended. Vizima felt almost okay. He shivered at the feeling of his pain seeping out of him.

No, it was more accurate to say that he was breaking little by little even at this moment.

It seemed that his fate was to be completely destroyed before he could rest, even while he was writhing in pain.

He mocked himself, but anticipation ultimately dragged up the corners of his mouth.