The soft touch hurt immensely, but he leaned into it. He was so weak. He didn’t want this to end. The thought of never seeing them again made him double over in agony. He gritted his teeth and dragged his thumb along his brow.
“I cannot do that to them. Marsiquia is just a child, and Quirisa could not handle it. I have to go back. That was always the plan. I have to.” He looked up at them then. There was a glint in his eyes from both his tears and a stray beam of moonlight coming in from the shutters. “This is what I was raised for. The Palace was always meant to be mine. The responsibility of the oldest heir.”
A sort of strange peace came about him then, as it had in the bathroom at the Palace so many days ago. So he would die. He would suffer and die for his family in silence. That was always how it was going to go. But he’d been given a wonderful opportunity to be with Rin until that point. Shouldn’t he be appreciative of that chance?
Maybe that was why he’d sped things along with the confession. He’d always known his fate. He was wrong when he’d said they’d have all the time in the world to figure things out. If he was lucky, he might have a decade left. It would likely be much less.
“I will miss you,” he said, voice breaking. “I will miss you so much. I am so sorry.”