Hate.
It's a small word compared to what I feel for him.
I thought he was cold and stoic before, but now I believe it. The man's chest is hollow. He is heartless.
Bolt's teary eyes invaded my dreams. I couldn't sleep. Some nights I spent in his grace, weeping, begging forgiveness for not being able to save him. The maids called me crazy… they said he was just a domesticated horse. That I was overreacting just to draw attention. But they would never understand.
Animals aren't things. They are living beings, just like us. They feel everything that we do: care, love, pain. Bolt was like my best friend—a companion who listened to all my worries with his undivided attention. His soft brown coat, now stained with blood, used to give me warmth on cold days. He had a special place in my heart… and Kael just murdered him without blinking an eye. In a few seconds, he took his life—just because he couldn't control him?