“Don’t leave me…please don’t leave me…”

Small hands held your cloak to prevent you from leaving. The hot tears drip down his cheeks as the little boy looks at you with a pitiful gaze.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, the uprising to overthrow the monarchs was a success with you as the leader of the revolution to get rid of the family so the Obruedo Empire can breathe easily after suffering from their tyrannical ruling. It was not easy to go against your fellow people who still sided with the royal family but it was needed to ensure it stays standing. The family is no more, slayed upon by yours hands. That was to be the last of it until you heard the sound of a crying child from a room that was very securely locked.

The monarchs never said to have a child, yet those eyes were a key detail of his royal heritage. What did surprise you was the color of his hair. The royal family were of dark colors and his hair was as bright as the star. Could he be illegitimate? No, then they wouldn’t have locked him in here nor were there any rumors of affairs. Then you remember a few years ago the family mourned the passing of their first child, Belorn.

Is this the child that is said to be deceased? Yet he still stands, weak and clinging onto you with all the will he had. It’s a sorrowful sight, a child who is probably marked as an embarrassment clinging to the one that slaughtered his family. It’s a mixed feeling to have. There was also a problem that arose from this revelation. This boy would be potentially a danger, the powers of the family were not of anything to laugh about which was why no one risked starting an uprising until now. To put him out of his misery was the logical thing but that would be too cruel even for you.

It was a heavy decision but you decided to spare the boy, of course your comrades had some concern about keeping one of the royal family alive but accepted your decision. It was confirmed he is indeed Belorn, which you knew will lead to some gossip among the people. There is also the process of needing to bless his existence as well.

With the family gone, Belorn would be the one to inherit the throne technically despite the backlash given. Though due to his age, there was a need for a substitute leader which was you, at least for now. The boy had to be fed, bathed, and checked over with a doctor for any more injuries than he already showed. After blessing his birth under the words of the Empire’s God, Viciss, it was time for you to depart so you can check on the people. You already sorted out what needed for the Prince to ensure his safety but the moment he heard you were going to leave the castle, he was in hysterics.

Your comrades were trying to pull Belorn off of you but he continued to cling onto your cloak, crying and wailing for you to stay with him. He had no one left and you were the one who actually showed some care when his own family couldn’t. Now you’re going to leave him too?

Berlorn was sobbing, the sparks of energy rising from his body forlorn trouble to brew should you refuse. You did have some responsibilities for him, being the cause of these circumstances. He had lost so much while never gaining much until now when he met you. He didn’t think much of his parents, you were more of a parent than he ever had in his short experience of living.

He promised to be good for you, a good boy that’ll not cause you any trouble. So please don’t leave him alone.