Let Love Bleed Red

15

Almost four Knights were needed to get them off each other. Komaeda was screaming like crazy, kicking and trying to hit people.

One of the Knights was tying Hinata. The ropes were tight around both his wrist and ankles.

Komaeda was struggling to get himself free.

"We should tie him up too." One of the Knights said.

"But he is the Prince." The other said.

"Tie him up."

Shocked they both looked before them and saw the King. He looked exactly like Komaeda only a lot older.

Without hesitation they did the same to Komaeda. Even though he was doing his best to resist he was in no time tied up laying on the ground.

The King looked sad at the two boys.

"Poor boys, you had almost escaped." He said sarcastically.

He walked up to Hinata. Komaeda automatically growled.

"Did he just growl right now?" One of the Knights asked shocked.

"But if it wasn't for this brat you wouldn't be so beaten up now." The King grabbed Hinata by his hair and pulled him up.

Hinata was all beaten up, his face was all covered up in dirt and sand, bruises and blood.

"If this brat wasn't there at the festival you would be home!"

Hinata fell onto his face again.

"I spent months and months searching for you, I thought you were dead for God's sake!"

The way the King spoke made Komaeda's heart skip beats. He was talking in such a realistic way He almost sounded sad. Almost.

"So, son." He snapped. A knight placed him onto his knees.

"When we are home again, this man will go into trial." He pointed at Hinata. "And you, you will be imprisoned for now."

Komaeda's eyes widened.

"You will never see the outside again, till you are King."

He looked down at the ground.

Imprisoned again huh.

He looked at Hinata.

The man he has grown feelings for now.

Will it really end like this? Where they really not meant to be?

'If I will be imprisoned again, my main job as the heir will be saving your live.' Komaeda thought, before they were being carried away.

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Hinata's eyes fluttered a little before opening up.

His sight was still weak but some items were seen clearly.

"Bars?" He said as he saw the iron cylinders. When he tried to stand up he dropped himself again.

"This headache.."

His hands touched his head.

"Argh."

He looked at his hands. "Blood?"

His sight became normal again.

"Where am I? Where is this place?"

He stood up, ignoring the pain.

"This isn't the city of art."

He touched the bars and tried to break them. "Not working huh."

Other than the bars there was a bed,  a toilet and a mirror.