You were in shock when you were being dragged out by Rhys. It was all going according to plan. How could this possibly happen right when you were going to escape. When you were in the carriage, Rhys just stared at you. Finally he broke the silence.

"Tell me F/n. I have done anything to hurt you." You glare at Rhys. "Except for maybe getting us engaged, but other than that, I have never put you in danger. So why run?" It was true. Other than the engagement and wedding, Rhys never did any actual harm. Instead he harmed those around you. 

"You might of not harmed a hair on my head, but you have done much worse things to those around you."

"Oh? An example please."

"Eremius."

"So you noticed." You could see his eyes get darker. "Well he deserved it anyhow. He did things I didn't like."

"He was your brother!" You yell. "How could you do such a thing?"

"He told you huh." Rhys lets out a chuckle. "He may share his blood with me, but I will never acknowledge him as my brother."

"Because of me?"

"Oh no dear. Not because of you. Our father told us we were siblings when we were fourteen. I knew about this when I was ten."

"How?"

"Father always had a soft spot for him. I mean why else would he pick him out of all the children without parents in the castle. I didn't know at first, but I could just tell. The moment he told him of his lineage, I began to resent him."

"You were still first line though. You were acknowledged by everyone that you were the late king's son."

"But did the king acknowlege me?" Rhys shouts angrily. You began notice that his eyes are slightly watery. "That man sees Eremius as his son. He sees me as the man who killed his wife! He wanted Eremius to be acknowledged, but since his mother died, he couldn't. When my father died, I wanted Eremius gone, but Eremius was like me in a sense. You can't help who you are born to nor what situation you are given. In pity I let him keep his job, but the minute he tried taking you from me, he needed to go."

You stared at him. You wanted to ask more question, but you feared the answers you would get. You thought Rhys was a madman, but not to this extent.

"F/n dear."

"Yes?"

"I know you planned on running away with Eremius."