Beryl, despite being shocked and disappointed, managed to make Sehun experience what it feels to be rejected, not only as a longing lover but also as a member of a royal family who never knew that a person who could make him feel the way she did existed on this planet. He had always looked down on people, thinking that they were all inferiors as if he forgot that, in reality, he was one of these inferiors, for he has the same features, starves when he doesn't eat, becomes desperate for water when he feels thirsty, feels lightheaded and tired when he doesn't sleep, and has blood, without which he can never live. But most importantly, wasn't he as susceptible as everyone else to the infectious spice of devilishness that roams around every single soul, totally shunning how some have a big shroud of sacredness embellishing their auras?

He wasn't any different.

Beryl was imprisoned, and to add insult to injury, Sehun insisted on locking her up in the same place her mother was locked and died in a few days ago; he knew that physical torture was not how he would be able to force her to submit to him once again so he never ordered for any physical pain to be caused but he still wanted to emotionally wreck her for the very last moment just as she made him suffer numerous sleepless nights, for he always had to go through minutes and endless hours of swimming through deep contradicting thoughts. For hours he would think that he should ge