[AGUST]
"Not today," a tired king Agust sighed, when he heard footsteps heading toward his office in the palace, making the person headed his way head back. It was what had been going on for the past five weeks and frankly, the Lycans were worried for their king.
Agust had not changed clothes since he had left his erasthai on that bed, defeated and in tears, begging for him to stay and hoping because Agust always found a way to make things better for him.
It was a truth that still haunted Agust to this day, because for the first time since he had become the most powerful king in the realm, and since he had broken free of his father and twin's restraints, Agust was a broken king.
His heart shattered for the most beautiful boy he had sworn to love and protect with everything he had and didn't have. He had managed to fail spectacularly and to this day he hadn't forgiven himself. He wouldn't.
