When he first became his master’s shadow guard, he thought he would spend his whole life living like a shadow.
But his master dragged him into bed. He submitted to everything: the humiliation, the torment, the wanton abuse. He never held any resentment.
No one knew that what kept him going was a memory, like a dream, one his master had long since forgotten.
In that dream, his master was only eight years old, yet he sheltered the gravely wounded man in his small arms. With tender little hands, he dug up roots and tubers from the earth, barely enough to stave off hunger, then went to great lengths to boil them into a little bitter juice and feed it to him. That was how he survived.
But sometimes he wished he hadn’t. Living really did hurt.
Everyone in the prince’s residence felt sorry for the prince’s silent, devoted shadow guard. Only the prince was always picking on him and making things difficult for him. So, our prince must be sick in the head!
It's very interesting. The ending should be more serious. I like it very much. It was written two years ago. I hope the author can make some extra chapters.
It's good-looking. It's linked with another book. It's good.
Overall, it's pretty good, with both candy and knives. However, the storyline develops a bit quickly and the ending is a bit hasty. It's a good read in your free time.
Although it ended a bit hastily, it was still very good.