Prince Xander stopped outside the chamber, feeling the weight on his shoulders once more. Ever since that tragedy, he had lived his life conscious of the way people looked at him, even Charlotte. Did they see him as a murderer? Have they forgotten or do they still blame him for that death?
Should he have been faster? Should he have died then too? He swallowed, shaking his head.
He always avoided talking about it. It made him dizzy, weak, unable to focus. It made him want to die again and again.
He pushed himself off the wall and retired to his own chamber, crawling up on the bed as he heard the voices invade him again. The yells, the screams of fear, but most of all, those arrows as they had swished through the air.
He should not have broke their defense. He had meant well, but...but i
