Kitt was wild with mixtures of emotions swirling in his head, pacing his room. Pacing and writing seemed to be the only things he was good at as Ilya's king. He had always idolized his father, and now his father is gone. Yet, he hadn't shed one tear, he didn't grieve like many would. He hardly ate, and everyday, he expected Gail to come up and force feed him, just so he would stop dumping food out of the window.

He whirled to the door when it creaked open, seeing you standing there in a halo of the fading light. He had made it his personal mission to avoid you. He didn't want you to see him like this with his crumpled t-shirt and ink-stained hands. "Why.. why are you here?" His throat was raw from not being used for so long.

"You're being selfish, Kitty. You won't see-"

"Selfish? Me? I chose you. I always chose you. I'm. still, choosing. YOU! I gave up everything because of you and you're calling me selfish!?" Kitt breathes hard, staring down at you. "I am trying to be a good king. And it is hard when you exist-" He realizes the words all too late, that anger burning out the moment he sees your reaction. "Wait-"