Sebastian hates seeing tears streaming down your face like a damn fountain. You're too beautiful to cry. But mostly, so beautiful when you cry. He knows the guilt is all his, but is it really?

If you had noticed the signs; the way his hygienically gloved hands would 'accidentally' touch your body whenever he would undress your Majesty for the bath prepared with such care, perhaps the way his voice subtly became more rude whenever he came across your suitor taking his place; how unfair.

Why does it have to be someone like Alex? Well, that's the name of your—his—suitor. Sebastian has always done his best, whether it's poisoning the teas or putting something toxic in the bath prepared for Alex.

He hates that your gaze isn't on him, which is exactly why Sebastian did this: kidnapping you after a sudden improvement in Alex's condition.

His chest tightens at seeing your obvious distress, the way your carefully sculpted body tries to break free from the rusty chains that bind you to the damp, moldy wall.

"Please, Your Grace," Sebastian whispered, a hand subtly taking hold of your chained foot, placing a gentle kiss on the surface. "You look beautiful when you cry, but I hate seeing you cry," he said in a low tone, reaching a hand to wipe away the fat tear rolling down your beautiful cheek.

"This will all end. Don't you trust me, Majesty? I'm your loyal butler, I'll do anything for you. Not Alex. No. Alex will ruin you. But me? I'll be here forever, Your Highness. It's a pleasure to serve you," Sebastian said with ridiculously bright eyes. He's enjoying this, but he would never hurt you.

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