Bab 11: Chapter 11: Shadows of Ambition
Boyka leaned against the cold stone walls of the palace courtyard, his gaze fixed on the distant stars. They glimmered faintly, like scattered jewels on a dark canvas, yet they seemed so far away, almost unreachable.
"What would one call a star that seems so distant?" Boyka murmured to himself. His voice was low, contemplative. "A man who lags in his efforts toward fulfilling his destiny is no better than that distant star—unworthy of the good tidings that life has to offer."
He exhaled deeply, running a hand through his tousled hair. He felt lost in a labyrinth of his own making, wrestling with thoughts that refused to relent.
"How can a man navigate the deep holes of life without leaving a single stone unturned?" he asked himself, his lips curling into a hollow smile. "Still, I have no choice but to sail through this storm by severing myself from its grim realities. This moment, this opportunity... it's the one I've been waiting for. It's my chance to get closer to the emperor."
Boyka's jaw tightened as a flicker of rage ignited in his chest. He clenched his fists, as though holding onto his resolve. "I have but one goal," he whispered. "To rid the world of Emperor Morris. Only through his death can I end this endless cycle of oppression. The suffering, the bloodshed—it all leads back to him. And I... I will be the one to deliver justice."
Unbeknownst to Boyka, Princess Asake had been observing him from the palace balcony. Her eyes were fixed on him, her expression unreadable. She had grown curious about her newly appointed bodyguard, noticing the depth in his demeanor and the weight he seemed to carry.
"What could trouble him so deeply?" she wondered aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. "He wears a veil of quiet strength, yet I can see the storm that brews within him. Perhaps I could help lighten his burden, though I suspect he would resist. He's seen horrors that I cannot begin to fathom. The war must haunt him still."
Gathering her resolve, she called out, "Boyka! Boyka! Boyka!"
Startled, Boyka snapped out of his whirlwind of thoughts. He straightened immediately, his eyes wide with alertness as he turned to face the princess.
"Yes, Your Highness," he said, his voice steady, though his heart raced. "What do you need of me?"
"I called your name several times," Asake said, walking toward him with a gentle smile. "You seemed lost in thought. What troubles you, Boyka? Speak freely."
Boyka's mind raced. He couldn't possibly reveal the truth—that he was planning to assassinate her father, the emperor. And yet, as he looked at her, he felt an unfamiliar pang of guilt. She had a sincerity about her, a kindness that was disarming.
"Your Highness," he began carefully, forcing a small smile, "it's nothing of importance. I was merely reflecting on the honor of being chosen as your bodyguard. Serving you has been a lifelong dream of mine, and now that it's reality, I suppose I'm overwhelmed."
Princess Asake tilted her head, her expression softening. "Is that truly all, Boyka?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "You carry yourself with such gravity. I can't help but feel there's more to it."
Boyka hesitated, his face briefly betraying the internal conflict he felt. But he quickly masked it, offering her a faint smile instead. "You are too kind, Your Highness. I assure you, I am fine."
The princess smiled in return, her radiance lighting up the dim courtyard. "Well, if you ever feel the need to speak your mind, know that I am here to listen," she said earnestly.
Boyka nodded, though the weight of his secret only grew heavier.
"I suppose I should inform you," Asake continued, shifting the conversation, "that my father, the emperor, plans to visit Earth. He wants to see his conquest for himself, and he's asked me to accompany him. Naturally, you'll be coming with me as my bodyguard."
Boyka's heart skipped a beat. Earth. The planet that had endured so much devastation during the war. The thought of standing in the midst of its ruins, all while pretending loyalty to the emperor, made his blood boil.
"As you wish, Your Highness," he said, keeping his tone neutral.
Asake studied him for a moment longer, sensing his hesitation but choosing not to press further. "Good. We'll leave at dawn. Get some rest tonight, Boyka," she said before turning and walking away.
As she disappeared into the palace, Boyka remained in the courtyard, his mind churning. The opportunity he had long awaited was drawing closer. But as much as he steeled himself for the task ahead, he couldn't shake the image of the princess from his mind. Her warmth, her kindness—they complicated everything.
"Stay focused," he muttered to himself. "The emperor is my target. Nothing else matters."
Yet deep down, he couldn't deny the unease creeping into his heart. The path he had chosen was fraught with peril, and the bonds he was beginning to form could prove to be his undoing.
For now, all he could do was prepare for what lay ahead. The stars above seemed to shimmer in quiet anticipation, as though they, too, were waiting to see how his story would unfold.
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