The ML is so fking tragic he truly belongs in a different type of media, so nuanced and complex. A terrible person a terrible king a servants son. But how could he be anything different? He has only learned hurt and only knows hurt. Then, to be given a glimpse of how love could be like, only to once more be expected to return to a life devoid of it. Thats a different type of cruelty. Like if you never intended to make me fly why would you show me the sky.
Reminds me of My Fair Lady somewhat. She isnt entitled to anything but how could she not feel entitled to it
The ML is so fking tragic he truly belongs in a different type of media, so nuanced and complex. A terrible person a terrible king a servants son. But how could he be anything different? He has only learned hurt and only knows hurt. Then, to be given a glimpse of how love could be like, only to once more be expected to return to a life devoid of it. Thats a different type of cruelty. Like if you never intended to make me fly why would you show me the sky.
Reminds me of My Fair Lady somewhat. She isnt entitled to anything but how could she not feel entitled to it