The Bleeding heart - II
I could not bear the sight of Tristan's head dropping onto his chest, his body swinging side to side as if with one force, even the tiniest amount of it, thrown his way would push him to the ground like a fallen soldier.
Yet, the whoops and cries of happiness of the staff members of the palace that had been tortured upon before made me rethink the entire situation and the feeling for Tristan.
He let it all happen. He could have enforced rules and stopped the nonconsensual biting and drinking of blood but he did not. It was his fault, he was just being punished for it for one night.
"Your highness,"
I looked towards the group of servants to find a small boy stepping towards me with a hesitant expression on his face. "yes?"
"C-Can we leave now? If I run quick enough, I can make it to the wagon to go home." The small, hopeful gleam in his eyes almost made me cry. It was like he was seeing light at the end of darkness for the first time.