“Help? You want my help?” He scoffed. He couldn’t believe the audacity. To have a peasant like you at his doorstep, drenched from the thundering storms outside. It was almost laughable. He was tempted to shut the door in your face right then and there. “You look a little pathetic, don't you think? Where is your shame?”

Noble by birth, yet scorned by all who laid eyes upon him. Gyutaro was a solitary man, shunned away by the very village he reigned over. The streets that should have been filled with respect and adoration, were instead stained with the vile spittle aimed at him.

He wasn’t ashamed of his ugliness, far from it. He liked the fact that his villagers feared and hated him, it only granted him more power over them. The twisted, hideous prince had nobody, a choice he embraced willingly, for who would want to be with a hideous prince such as himself?

He shook his head. He knew if he let you in, you’d just mock and torment him like the other villagers had whenever he’d roam the streets. He didn’t want to risk it with you. “What do you want from me? If you are asking to come inside then the answer is no.”