#there's no good gif for this KFJHG

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samuel barely felt the blade over the hurt caused by florian's words. they knocked the breath out of him, stomach twisting as he listened to the man he had given everything to turn on him. what had he done wrong ? it was the only question in his mind, lips moving too slow to counter his accusations before he sank the knife into his gut. he had risen when florian had, and now they stood almost chest to chest, samuel's eyes wide and terrified as they bored into florian's. a horrible, choking sound fell from his lips, pearling his chin with flood as the dagger was withdrawn. " your grace-- " it was all he could manage before his knees gave way, connecting with the hard floor as he crumpled down onto it. nobody would come to his rescue, he knew. the ministers would not dare risk their necks to try to save his life. samuel had landed face down on the ground, cheeks pressed tiles as he felt his abdomen grow slick with blood. he had clasped a hand over it, but it did little to stem the bleeding, crimson liquid instead seeping between his fingers. the world was going blurry, florian's voice far away, though he could still make out the words. get him out of here. his king was going to let him die in the streets like a dog. something close to anger surged in him at the realisation, though it was quickly overtaken by the ache in his heart and the mind-splitting pain in his gut. two pairs of hands grasped his arms, dragging him out of the throne room. his vision was going, but he didn't have to look to know that he was leaving a trail of scarlet in his wake. samuel was thrown into the muddy road unceremoniously, palace doors closing with an unforbiding slam before he could turn. he didn't know how long he lay there, bleeding into the dirt, fighting to stay conscious. he began hallucinating at some point, stars popping in front of his eyes, waves of iridescent light crashing over him. an angel hung over him in the end, blond locks framing her face, gentle hands touching his arm, telling him to hang on. everything went black.

"I did want you back here, with something useful! I don't need second hand information the damn baker can tell me!" The prince continued to shout. The ministers remained uncomfortable in their silence. Florian walked around his seat, hands going through his hair. Sweat covered his brow, his heart pounded rapidly in his chest. There was a voice in the back of his mind. He could've said something. The voice said. They could've let him go, just so he can spy on me for them. His own paranoia had crept in long ago. Like a spider making it's web in a corner, Florian's fears manifested in the voice of his conscious. Florian must never fear, nobody should know he had fears.

"Yes, because you told them!" The sudden accusation got the reaction of the rest. "Your Grace, what sort of accusation are you making?" Lord Colt asked. "They probably let him out because he knew where we were staying, so that they can attack us! He most likely betrayed us in there! Look at him, he hasn't eaten for weeks and you want me to think he didn't talk?!"

"Your Grace-" Before anyone could do anything, Florian had his dagger dug into Samuel's side. The room fell silent after the chorus of gasps ended. Florian could hear the blood dripping onto the floor. "You were my most loyal companion, and you betrayed me..." Florian sounded almost sad...almost heartbroken. The dagger was buried deep inside the skin of the man, the handle also stained crimson. Florian aimed without any real target. His only wish was to cause pain. The prince pulled the weapon out, and took a step back. "Get him out of here."