[SilentFeather]

King Tristan found himself frowning once more. He despised wholeheartedly the way that the rival clan has treated him. He accepted King Erumollien's harsh words. He felt as though he had climbed the treacherous Mount Everest only to fail and fall. He felt his hope to bond with his one and only soulmate disappearing like a blinding mist. He sighed, getting up from where he was sitting on the bed. He wanted to run away but that would cause the pact of peace to be broken. His kingdom's lives were on in his hands. He was saddened that he would probably never earn King Erumollien's trust or the kingdom either.

King Tristan felt very much out of place with the rival empire. It seemed as if it would take a long time to earn their trust.

"King Erumollien, I understand." King Tristan said before walking to his room. "I shall lay down for a while. I am quite weary."

King Tristan wished that the King would soon accept him but it seemed impossible. He sighed once more, simply leaving the room. He said nothing, retreating back to his own room. He felt his sadness fading once he read a book he found interesting. He did not want to be a burden but in the rival kingdom it seemed that he was that such word. He was trying not to break down. He was starving but he simply laid down on his bed and fell asleep. He felt his emotions draining the strength he once had in him. He stayed in his room and remained there for a whole day. He wanted to be accepted as he was.

'I am a fool.' King Tristan thought over and over in his mind like a recorder.