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"What do you want, Johnathan?"  Jonathan, with guilt or regret struck on his face, bows his head and says,

"I have made a grave mistake, my Lord!" He says, and in his mind, 'The mistake of coveting what can never be mine.'

Not Yours (BL)

Bretum stepped into the dining hall, his eyes landing on Walter, who sat with his fists clenched tightly on the table. His knuckles had turned white, the anger practically radiating off of him.

"Lord Walter... is something troubling you?" Bretum asked gently, taking a cautious step forward.

But before Walter could even look up, the butler placed a firm hand on Bretum's shoulder and gave a silent shake of the head, signaling him not to ask any further.

Bretum nodded and stepped back, concern flickering in his eyes. Lord Walter... he's changing, he thought silently. He's only ten... but there's something heavy in his heart now.

The king has been killed!