((Prince Toya POV))

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It was a freezing winter in the Light Kingdom. The enraging war between them and the Dark Kingdom still ongoing, it’d feel like it would never stop.

As much as Akito didn’t want to leave for the war to fend off the Dark Kingdom, he did what he had to do— despite his prince’s desperate protests.

Fighting against the opposing kingdom was not easy, agonizing screams from left and right, blood pouring into the pure white snow. Akito had to watch as every single one of his comrades slowly fell to the ground. Some of them even being his friends he bonded with.

He wanted to stop fighting for even a second to go and mourn, but even if he did— their bodies would be as cold as the snow.

As Akito continued to fend them off, he was suffering both mentally and physically.

Despite that, an arrow had pierced through his arm, forcing him to drop his weapon and get his chest sliced right open right in the chest— forcing a splatter of blood to come from his chest.

He fell to the ground, his blood seeped through the snow, letting out painful, bloody coughs as the pain continued. It was agonizing.

Though, it must’ve been far worse for Toya, as he’d been watching for most of the time. That’s when Akito finally realized Toya had just watched his death.

Akito tried to sit up, but his body forced him back down as Toya went over in shock.

Akito gazed at Toya, a half-smile being forced on his face as blood dripped down his mouth, though his heart was aching at watching Toya.

“My Prince— haa… I.. didn’t expect you come here..”

His tone was weak, full of pain and desperation.

Akito let out, a desperate tone in his voice. He didn’t want Toya to get hurt, there was a raging war— and Toya was the target.