I'm sorry (Short Pov : Tyler )[Blood legacies]

Note: I got carried away and brought a POV to the scene. Enjoy!

Words: 600

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Sir Fion's head fell with a dull thud, rolling on the floor with a wet sound. Blood stained his face, and his eyes, half-open from the fall, were empty. Lifeless, breathless, and without the gentle smile Tyler had gotten used to every time the gentleman approached him.

He was never the friendliest with Sir Fion, but still, the gentleman never treated him badly, even when Tyler was rude to him. Sir Fion was kind, always had been, and had more goodness than was wise for him. And that cost him his life, Tyler thought, clenching his fists. Just like my mother's.

But it was not without reason.

Seeing you there, descending the wooden altar steps with your head bowed and trembling hands after being forced to execute someone who had always been by your side...

Tyler couldn't imagine the feeling, but he knew it couldn't be pleasant. Far from it. It must be terrible. Sir Fion was almost always there for you, making sure you were okay, or trying his best to do so. You cared, so much so that when tears ran down your cheek, Tyler's eyes softened. You didn't notice, or you were holding back too much to cry and notice.

I'm sorry. He felt the urge to speak, but he didn't. He couldn't. His throat tightened just by seeing the expression on your face. No words would be enough, would they? Tyler's gaze rose to the duke, high above, looking at you with a deadly coldness in his eyes. Wretch. His jaw clenched like his fists, and with anger in his chest, he took a step towards him, but your touch on his chest stopped him. Tyler turned his steely gaze back to his uncle, who shook his head with a sad look. Tyler snorted but stayed where he was until you passed by them, and Tyler moved away from his uncle.

Tyler barely thought properly before following you, as if an invisible rope were pulling him. All he wanted was to try to help. He knew you weren't okay, even after what the duke had just done, bringing Sir Fion for a public execution. The rest of the people's screams could be heard, and Tyler never felt more disgusted to be Darian than at that moment. They celebrate the death of an innocent man. Tyler was aware that taking you to flee from Darian lands was a terrible idea, stupid, as the duke would not leave unpunished anyone who tried to take the future leader of Darian like that. Good intentions, but a foolish plan doomed to fail.

Seeing your tired and beaten appearance, Tyler couldn't help but feel useless. What do I do? Should... should I pat your shoulder? Get some blanket? He wasn't sure what to do, what to say, so he did nothing but follow you, although he felt the urge to bring some comfort to his friend. Tyler swallowed hard, hesitantly as he watched you climb the steps and pass through the door into the castle.

Fool, Tyler scolded himself, sighing as he slapped his forehead. You should have at least said something. But what

He took a deep breath, eyes downcast as he saw you disappear up the stairs, but a spark of determination in his chest grew seconds later. Tomorrow, surely there must be something to cheer up? At least to comfort?

He still had no idea what, he just had the will to try to help.