He deceived him for three years. From a gentle, refined gentleman to a noble prince as radiant as the moon, every side of him was an act. He had only used him to fight for power and profit at court. So he hated him, hated him to death. But was it because he had deceived him, or because he hadn’t kept deceiving him for the rest of their lives?
But when he really did mean to deceive him for the rest of their lives, he regretted it too late.
