Although Sehun was used to doing such devilish deeds and taking hard decisions without any hint of remorse or mercy, he still never imagined that he could do it to Beryl too, to someone who was too young and pure to be mistreated and harmed by this hideous and abhorrent world, but now that he did it, there was no way to go back in time and undo what had already been done.

The prince, after hours of silently staring into nothingness while propping his chin on the back of his hands, sitting on the very end of his king-sized bed, began to seethe with frustration of the disharmonious emotions that exploded within him. He was disappointed of the decision he recklessly took, but he was too stubborn and too self-centered to admit it, even to himself.

Ever since his mother, the former queen, gave up the ghost, he lived in the morbid prison that had been created for him and after years of howling and beating the metal bars for anyone to notice his agony, he finally found the keys, but he was already too damaged and deteriorated therefore, even when he had the key to his freedom in his own hands, he didn't know what to do with it so he just carelessly tossed it around.

After snapping out of his vivid dreams of what he should have, or should have not done, he found his hand, subconsciously, clutching his chest angrily. He walked up to where he usually placed his potteries, and after studying the place, found the elegant,