I am sure I totally messed up all the tenses, but I do not care.
Hakuyuu had known that he had to die one day. He had known that every day could have been his last. Every battle could have been the last. Every breath he had taken could have been the last. He had been the first born son of the emperor. He had been the crown prince and the future emperor. One could say he had been the most wanted man after this father in the empire. His family had known that as well. Everyone had known it. Still, there was nothing they could have done to change that.
Hakutoku, Hakuyuu's father, tried to unify the world under one ruler and therewith end all wars. Unfortunately, just stopping wars did not mean that there weren't assassins anymore and that people would suddenly start to love each other. After the unification more time would be needed to erase the hate and dissatisfaction. Hakutoku knew that maybe even his children or grandchildren would have to work for such a future and still he had set himself the goal to reach that dream in his own lifetime.
Although, they all had known that death could happen anytime and did not care about age, it was an utter disaster when the royal physician had entered the throne room and reported the death of the crown prince.
Hakutoku was a tall, muscular, stern man. He had fought many battles. Death was not new to him. He had seen it so many times. He had lost so many people. Life wasn't fair neither was death. Despite knowing that losing his son had been too much. He had been lucky that he was sitting on his throne and not standing somewhere. He wasn't sure whether he would have been able to stand tall when hearing about the passing of his child.
Silence had been the only response he had been able to give to the worried physician.
Hakutoku had taken it upon himself to inform his wife about the tragedy. Gyokuen, his wife, had been making paper cranes together with their youngest child. She hadn't had react. Her tears had been the only indication that she had heard and understood his words. Their child on the other hand hadn't been so child had been young, but not stupid and had been old enough to know what death was. An explanation as to why something so cruel had happened to Hakuyuu had been needed. Why. Someone should have comforted their child. Hakutoku hadn't been capable of doing so. He himself hadn't known why his son had to die or the cause of his death – no one had known. And showing affection had been something that he had never really learned.
On the other hand, even if he had wanted to do something or would have been capable to doing something, he hadn't had been able to do it anyway, since his body had refused to move and his brain had refused to think.
The day Ren Hakuyuu had died had been the day the whole palace went silent.
The day Ren Hakuyuu had died had been the day the emperor cried himself to sleep.
The day Ren Hakuyuu had died had been day the black king arrived at the palace.
The day Ren Hakuyuu had died had been the day the gods decided to interfere with the human world.
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