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The Moon-drenched night sky shone through the stained glass window, painting shadows of different colours on the wooden, polished floor.
The young prince strode into the room; his iridescent crown rested at an insouciant angle. Numerous fulgurating jewels were littered across his sharp shoulder blades. Yet his most ostentatious decoration was his smug smirk- it made him look every bit of the brat he was.
The dark courtroom held an unbearable silence that the prince craved; he needed silence after the long, sinful night.
His most trusted adviser stood beside him, wearing the same smug smirk. It was an honorary position in the high court to be a royal adviser, and he used every chance he got to show off his wealth and power. "Zayn," The prince purred; a smirk played on his red-stained lips as he toyed with the dagger in his left hand. "Where's father?"
"He's with the queen, Sire. But he ordered you to leave the letters with his seneschal."
How lovely, Louis mused bitterly. His seneschal was a rather obnoxious beta who despised Omegas- perhaps because he knew they were better than him. He always made sure to leave Louis snarky remarks and hateful stares.
"The last thing I want tonight is to see his ugly, ungrateful face." He muttered lowly to himself. "Zayn, if not much bother, could you drop the letters to that god-forbid beta yourself? I have better things to do." His advisor nodded with no protest. Anyone who disagrees with the prince will be killed mercilessly.
Zayn left the ballroom with a stack of unopened letters in his hands. Louis stood under the moonlight with a sick smile. He was yet again successful, proving everyone who doubted him- wrong.
Another successful mission, another step towards taking over the throne.
Manners, morals, intelligence and class- everything someone would expect from a pretty prince.
But there he was, crimson staining his velvet blouse, a crime scene in his hands- murdered a stranger just for his father's validation.
A trained assassin behind flashy jewellery, a mask that no one knows.
He locked himself in his room, spending hours trying to get rid of the evidence of homicide.
A killer.
He rubbed harder till his skin turned red.
Murderer.
He fell to his knees. The pain was too much to bear.
Unworthy.
He crashed on the wet bathroom floor, water running down his legs.
Maniac.