He listened to her words. Her words of anger. He hated to see the princess in such a state, and he hated himself for his lousy decisions. The princess had said she was sick and she had to find someone else to help her. Dusk felt his own agony burn inside of him. She caught an unknown yet deadly disease, and had to ask for someone else's help for the cure. He should have been there! He should have helped his princess! And this is how his fallen ancestors were punishing his freedom, having his own heart burst and burn. With his head bowed gravely, he could only listen to the harsh words of the lady. His punishment. Yet he could be forgiven, but he would have to earn it. How? Though he listened on to her words. His punishment. The princess had desired another follower to protect her when he couldn't. There was a silence, and his agony turned to misery. She needed another follower to protect her? What about him? That was his job! No other wolf could replace him!
And you failed to protect her. That is why she wants someone else...
Shut up!
Can't you see, you blundering fool? You failed!
Shocked he was, his mouth open but no words were coming out. He couldn't find the words to express himself. He was speechless.
"Princess, I thought we were more than just princess and servant. I thought we were..." His words trailed off, his eyes wide. "...friends." What sort of a friend are you? Who leaves their friend behind?
You're wrong!
Admit it! You are no friend!
And he was. He was no friend. How could he let their friendship come to this?
Now he could only wait, wait for another punishment or a more protecting wolf to bounce into the scene, whisk the princess away with a handsome charm. No. That will never happen. He was that wolf that would whisk her away.
