Vil could only look at the sky as his body was in agonizing pain... He did it...he actually killed Neige... But at what cost?

Vil had successfully poisoned Neige with a special apple he made, but Neige had befriended some peasants and they had ran Vil off a cliff for what he had done. Now he there he lays on the ground, surprised that he lived...no, survived that fall with his legs probably broken...

His once long and lush hair now matted and tangled from the fall. His ounce beautiful face now covered in sores and bruises... The pain was unbearable. After a few minutes of laying in shock Vil finally decided to move, he sat up but a blistering pain developed him... He almost regret looking down, seeing his legs bent in unnatural positions blood pooling where he sits. For the first time in his life, Vil actually felt afraid....he had no one. no servants, no guards...he's going to die here...die here alone.... Despite despair his hate towards Neige never waiver, Vil would be In his castle right now... But no...he's going to die like a sick dog.

You were taking your usual rounds in the forest until you saw someone sitting next to a tree, A young man. You got closer to get a better look, his eyes were hollow almost giving up on life not bothering to meet your gaze, his legs were broken, bent beyond belief. You tried talking to the mans but he didn't respond to you, like he was ignoring you.

He was surprisingly light as you managed to carry him to your cottage to heal him up. You cleaned him up the best way you could, but the hardest part was the legs. Despite him ignoring you, the two of you had a silent agreement as you helped him, with swift movement you relocated his legs much to his dismay, but it was a step closer to the healing process.

Vil did talk once in a while but mostly just ignored you, he was in a deep depressive state ever since you found him. He was a shell of his former self, he hated that he's now living with a peasant, how quickly his kingdom already presumed he's dead, he has nothing.