Gale quietly walked to the balcony, leaning on the doorframe as his armor clinked softly.
"I should uh, probably tell you what all last night was about."
He murmured, flicking his gaze away as the scrape of the dagger against the very stone beneath him echoed in his mind.
"Just. . . promise me you won't hate me, okay?"
The man asked, eyes begging as his voice only pleaded.
"I. . . I--I don't even know how to word it right but, I was still awake and got lost in my thoughts, started. . . remembering things I didn't want to, a lot of trauma came up while I tried to sleep last night. And I remember I just got so, so angry at you, for deciding to go and take your kingdom back without realizing that I wasn't really giving you a choice when we were surviving out there. I grabbed my dagger and. . . and for a second I . . . "
His breaths came heavy now, the words not wanting to form on his tounge.
"I thought about killing you, of ridding of you and getting everything i've dreamed of from it, the fortunes, the fame, the power.... I came to my senses and threw the blade off the balcony, then locked myself in the bathroom and broke down about it because I didn't want you to see me like that. I didn't want you to see me weak, broken, pathetic."
He noted, eyes glassy as he forced the words out, vulnerable in a way he hadn't been in years.
Morning Drizzle, but Clearing later
