'Why is this happening?'
Arthur sat in the corner, gulping down a glass of beer.
His fingers ran roughly through his vibrant orange hair as he sank deeper into the chair.
The weight on his chest grew heavier with each passing moment.
He had been watching from the beginning.
He saw Akamir tie the ribbon on Zaina's dress.
The way his hands moved, the way she looked at him… Arthur saw it all.
'Why does this keep happening to me!?'
His grip on the glass tightened until a crack split along the rim.
He hadn't said anything when Lucien walked in with that usual confident grin.
He hadn't moved when Zaina caught the fox in her arms.
He hadn't even reacted when Lucien stepped onto the platform and began his grand announcement.
'Why did that damn fucker come in our life!?'
There was something about Akamir that lit a fire in him.
The way he had the air of a king around him, the way he spoke… Especially the way he subconsciously looked down at him.
'I hate him.'
