The next couple days passed. Delic asked time and time again to go get Psyche, but Hibiya kept putting it off - saying his servants were looking for Psyche and Delic was going to stay here. Well, that was a lie. No one was looking for Psyche. After all, why did he need to listen to what the stupid peasant wanted anyway?

But finally, he had to stop what he was doing. He felt himself starting to develop feelings for Delic, and would not allow it. Of all people, it couldn't be this filthy manwhore who couldn't possibly return his feelings - let alone be suitable for him.

So, when Delic was eating, guards came into the kitchen to interrupt his meal by both grabbing him to take him away. Hibiya sighed, waving his hand. "Take him to the execution..." He said dully, knowing Delic would be shocked.

Delic was shocked, limp as a cooked noodle as he dragged away by the guards. He couldn't help but stare at Hibiya in disbelief as he disappeared into the hallway, two guards flanking his sides and another two behind him.

It was halfway down the hall when it hit him exactly what was happening, and he began thrashing in an attempt to free himself.

"Hibiya!" He yelled, pure anger swirling through him. "What the FUCK HIBIYA?! ANSWER ME!"

Yet, Delic got no response as he was thrown against a wall and restrained. He was absolutely livid. Delic couldn't believe what was happening.

But then again, it wasn't so hard to believe anymore once he was being dragged outside to a guillotine.

Hibiya watched from behind the safety of a glass wall as Delic was being restrained and strapped in, despite the blonde's many attempts to break free and scream Hibiya's name.

But the young prince couldn't help it. He always ran from his feelings. This was just the easiest way to deal with such a disgraceful peasant, wasn't it? What a fool. He would not use mind games on Hibiya...

It was all good to go, but there was a minute countdown. A minute left for Delic to live, and Hibiya to change his mind.

Delic was almost foaming at the mouth, he was so angry. The prince, after days of harsh training and verbal lashings, had decided to off him. What was the point of Hibiya saving him in the first place?!

He looked around at his surroundings, dread churning in his gut. This was it; Delic would die here, beheaded at the whim of some spoilt little rich kid and Psyche would have no idea what had happened to him. He would meet his end right here, right now. Or, well, in almost a minute, if he went by the digital clock ticking down.

"I didn't do anything wrong," He hissed, yanking at his restraints and feeling somewhat satisfied when they creaked in response. "I followed every order, no matter how damn stupid, I listened to every complaint, I went through all that training... So why did you decide to kill me now, Hibiya?!"

He yelled the last part, hoping the prince would be close enough to hear him. After no response Delic looked back at the clock, a knot forming in his throat. 30 seconds left.

Hibiya knew exactly why. But he wouldn't dare admit it. Though Shitsuo, who knew him better than anyone else ever, knew as well.

With only ten seconds remaining, the very last minute, Hibiya realized he couldn't do it. Couldn't live with himself afterwards. He knew he and Delic could not and would not ever be together, but…. He just couldn't watch.

He called it off. And confused guards just complied with the orders, going and unrestraining Delic.

"You can report back to your room for the day and rest." Shitsuo told him.

Hibiya started walking off, not wanting to look Delic in the eye.

With only 10 seconds remaining, Delic had already accepted his fate. There was nothing else he could do, really. So it was almost funny when the clock stopped ticking and the guards received the order to free Delic. He looked up, just as confused as the guards as they uncuffed him and helped him to his feet. Delic looked around and spotted an all too familiar cloak billowing about as Hibiya rushed out of the room with Shitsuo at his side, and suddenly Delic's temper flared once more.

"HIBIYA, YOU BASTARD!" He screamed, trying to follow after him.

Hibiya didn't even turn. His loyal butler rushed to the prince's defense, turning and calmly grabbing Delic by the neck, throwing him back and away from Hibiya.

"Go to your room. Don't disturb the prince. He's the one who called off your murder, you know."

They walked once more.

"He's also the one who called for my death in the first place." Delic seethed as he stood up from where he was thrown. "Isn't that right? Hibiya."

His right side hurt a little from where he landed on it, but nothing hurt worse than the prince's betrayal. Delic had basically been making a fool of himself, starting to enjoy their time together and serving the prince.

It was absurd that he had begun to genuinely like Hibiya, yet he couldn't help himself. Even now, a part of him wanted to forgive Hibiya immediately.

"I can't believe you," Delic said instead. "Maybe I would have been better off dead; or maybe you would."

Hibiya froze.

He stalked over towards Delic, pushing past Shitsuo. Then, the prince raised a hand - slapping him hard across the face.

"Never speak to me with such disrespect, you ungrateful peasant. And get to your room! Now!"

He started heavily stomping away, cloak swaying behind him.

Delic watched him stomp away in shocked silence, a hand coming up to touch his burning cheek.

"Little bastard," He murmured, shaking his head. He was still in a state of shock as he walked back into the castle, slowly making his way back to his room.

After everything, Hibiya had the audacity to raise his hand at him? It should have went the other way around, though Delic wasn't an idiot. He knew he would never get the chance to repay that slap back to Hibiya with Shitsuo around.

"Stupid prince." Delic muttered as he arrived at his door. "Who does he think he is?"