Losing to the pain

Zhakhil walked away from the palace. His blood was boiling third degree. He could picture his stepmother's head on a platter after he personally cuts it off from the rest of her body. 

The cruelty that she had shown to his family was beyond forgiveness. He wanted to burn her to ashes and bury the ashes six feet under the ground and lay his head on top of the ground. 

He was certain that he would have a sweet dream sleeping to her dead body cold and forgotten. He admitted that he was wrong, some evil couldn't be ignored. 

How was he to be the bigger man when he was hurt and wronged? The evil witch would have killed him too if it wasn't for the shield that his mother had put on him to protect him. 

She had saved him from her grave. Till date he had put the story of his family to the back of his head. He found content in what he had with the dragon but acted as though he wasn't affected.