Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.
Sometimes he wishes he had a sword, or a dagger, spear, anything sharp. Anything that could cut flesh and stab and find veins an arteries and vital organs. Something that ends it fast. Instead he beats and beats and beats until the life fades out of the eyes.
It's the first time he's killed something human and the blood is all over him, all over him, what will they think if he walks around in clothes all covered in blood? and the clothes are ruined what will mother think and oh
oh
mother's dead. Lyon says passed away, Aunt Sialeeds winces, and Georg doesn't say.
Father's dead, too.
He wonders sometimes how many people those assasins killed before the Queen and Commander of Falena. He wonders if that was just another job, or if it held any sort of signifigance to them. Somehow he can't help as define them as another species. Sub-human. He looks over to Lyon whose jaw is clenched and he wonders if she feels guilty. He's willing to admit that she's not to blame.
What he's not willing to admit is that he can't see Lyon anymore. Only the assasins. He's seen the dead eyes in her face, seen the way she slices and sees the way she looks at him when he's covered in blood, the blood that's been on her and he sees the disgust and the fear.
To his surprise, he doesn't have a nightmare that night. No images of his dying mother, or father. He doesn't dream of screams of pain, he doesn't dream of blood pitter-pattering, he doesn't dream.
The silence of the East Palace pummels his ears and he feels like screaming but not feels like breaking something but not just to see what the hell they would do. He is aware that the messenger is telling them the horrible terrible distressing news; the lies that the deplorable horrible terrible Godwins were spreading that said Georg had killed the Queen and he thinks Lyon might be crying again, but what is she crying for? For the Queen? For him? For her own self? For those who died? For those who killed? He'll never know and he'll never ask because he just doesn't care anymore.
He looks to Sialeeds but looks away when he sees the tears and the bags under her eyes. She wears the new clothes like a layer of grime that she'd dispose of if she had a shower. She wants to be home, she wants to sleep 'til noon and drink the fine wine and boss around the guards, and he wonders suddenly (he doesn't know why) if she's thinking of Gizel.
Georg's jaw is clenched and he looks out the window, ignoring the messenger, but hanging onto every word. He says nothing of these terrible lies. And the Prince has to wonder how true those lies might be.
He finds he doesn't care.
Instead, he finds himself beating and beating and beating until the life fades away and it leaves him covered in blood. He can't sleep, lately. He has nightmares every now and then, but nothing serious. It's normal. It's when he's awake that he's haunted by the ones he killed. Now he's no different than Nether Gate. Everyone covers up the sin by saying that it's for the Queendom of Falena. It's alright to kill. Those Godwin bastards had it coming.
Killing is not so easy as the innocent believe.