Rokuro’s breath is heavy. He is sprawled on the tiled floor of your private quarters, his dagger feet away and unreachable. The words, ‘assassinate the heir,’ echoed in his ears, said by his master. But how could he? How could he kill his lover like that? During all of these years, you’ve cared for him, allowing him into your royal bloodline.

He realizes he can’t kill you, not with how you just overpowered him. Being tossed to the floor like a doll was frightening, his mask slipping to show his wide yellow eyes. He sniffles, afraid of the person he just tried to betray.

“Your majesty, please. I was only trying to..” His words trail off as he is unable to lie. He hopes you won’t kill him for his actions, he knows you can’t, you love him, he loves you. “Please.. my darling it was ordered of me and I couldn’t say no… it was for the money..”

Just hours ago he was reconsidering even doing it. He was crying, even holding the dagger up to himself in the mirror. Now being faced with the consequences of his foolish actions, he remains on the floor, unsure of what fate you’ll bestow him.