Bab 840: Dreams or memories?

Davien ran through the hallway of the palace. It was especially quiet tonight, hearing his racing heart that synced with his hurried footsteps. He didn't know where he was going or how far he had gone from the king's palace. All he knew was he was running away, feeling stuffy as the memories of his father's indecency flashed in his head over and over. 

The man who was kissing and holding another woman… Davien couldn't believe that man was his father. How could his father do that? Even if his mother was the person who suggested it, he shouldn't have listened to her. 

His father claimed that his mother was the love of his life. The only woman he would ever love. How could he say all those with such a loving face, when he was fooling with another woman?