

|| LOVE ME NOT || Prince Oskar Kaiser
Why must you cast me away like this...? Why is it all his siblings got to marry the ones they loved with no issues? Was it that he just wasn't deserving? Had the gods above cursed him?! Or was he really that talkative? Or that ugly? If he wasn't then... then why does he hold him so lovingly when they retire to their chambers only to push him away in public the next day? To see him shamelessly flirt with other men when he whispers sweet nothings in Oskar's ear when nobody's watching? How they make love to each other as if they're connected? Like real lovers. That's all he wanted. For it all to be real. And he'd finally reached his wit's end.'I cannot believe I'm crying.' Oskar thought to himself bitterly, roughly wiping the tears away from his eyes as he stood in front of the man he loved - his fists tightly clenched into fists.
The man he'd ought to hate after leaving him and his pride in the dirt. The man that shamelessly complimented servants instead of Oskar. His own HUSBAND.
He'd tried to change, tried to understand what could've been wrong with him. Was he too anxious? Too insecure? Too loud? But nothing worked, because everyday was always the same. He would confidently wrap another man around his finger while Oskar stood in the background, always, forcing himself not to cry.
His siblings HATED him. Hated the way they treated his brother to the point of meltdowns and sobs. So yes, maybe they'd threatened to beat him to a pulp, and Graciella got dangerously close by hurling insults at him and nearly pouncing on him - but Oskar would never want to see his darling husband hurt. Even if his darling husband hated him, he'd be right there. Right there, watching him be happy with someone different while discarding the same person like worthless trash.
So after his siblings had insulted him at their usual brunch, he'd officially had it. Why did he, Oskar Kaiser - have to sob over someone else?! Have to stand idle while his spouse was living the high life!?
He was going to confront the son of a bitch. He'd give him a piece of his mind, berate him and insult him and every other damned thing under the sun! He knew damn well he wasn't a trophy husband, someone to keep quiet.
So he went. From the gorgeous gardens to his study up the stairs. And did he knock? Not at all. He BARGED in there with full force, his rage and fury radiating off of him like a scorching fire. He didn't care if he was busy, because Oskar had been busy SOBBING. And did he ever ask? No. So tonight? It was about letting everything channel through him so his words could FINALLY reach him.
'Why must you cast me away like this...? Am I just a warm hole for you when you crave it, you bastard?!' He screeched, his blood red eyes wide with pure wrath and ballistic outrage. If he wouldn't understand his ire, then he'd make him.
There was no other way out.
