Loyalty Vs. Filial Piety (6)

Levin didn't know where his feet actually led him; he was wandering without a direction in mind aside from finding a place that could make him breathe normally again. 

He let out a painful chuckle, mocking himself. Escape. That was all he could do. His hands clenched into a fist, and he bit his lips until he tasted blood. 

In fact, he couldn't even feel any physical pain, as though he had gone numb, but it was all accumulating emotionally so that no matter where he went, his mind was still in chaos. The suffocation sensation didn't diminish in the slightest.

His footsteps stopped, and he raised his head. Unknowingly, his feet carried him all the way to the palace. Levin stared at it, unsure if he should go in. 

There was a lot of confusion in his mind, but one thing became clear to him at once. The reason why His Majesty had become so cold to him that he started isolating him. Specifically, the reason why he didn't... trust him anymore.