Lorenzo ran at the speed of the wind to get back to his room and then slammed the door shut as soon as he was inside. He rested his back against the door and finally drew a few deep breaths. His ears were alert for a while. He was praying that nobody followed him to his room to finish him off.
Oh, and how grateful he was when he didn’t hear any footsteps outside.
“Thank you, Moon Goddess,” he whispered while closing his eyes.
Lorenzo’s knees finally gave up on him and he collapsed down to the floor. Until now, he was pretending to be unafraid of Regulus and was pretending to have an actual plan regarding the King. And now that he was back to being alone, his whole body started to tremble in fear.
He wiped the blood that was starting to clot on his eyelashes and then whispered under his breath, “Oh! I am still alive! I am alive! Thank the Goddess! I am still breathing…”
