31 Weight Of the Past

31 Weight Of the Past

“You asked, ‘If the kingdom is deeply affected?’” He looked at my family house. The only house my father and mother had built through when I came into their life. OUR HOUSE IN AUGUSTIA.

“That’s not the right question…” He said in distress in his tone and raised the side of his lips. “It’s been destroyed.”

Did I hear it right?

“No kingdom exists anymore.”

I felt the backlash of the song—I tasted blood as my heart clenched tightly in my chest. But even through the pain, I understood what he meant.

“I caused it,” I muttered, barely able to speak. Blood still trickled from my mouth, but it wasn’t the backfire that hurt the most. It was his words. That was what truly broke me.

"The reason I brought you here wasn’t just to show you the consequences of your choices," he said, his voice like ice.