Disclaimer: Mizuho Kusanagi created Akatsuki no Yona.

Killing someone is incredibly simple, Soo Won discovered. People make such a big deal out of murder but peasant or king, all it takes is something sharp, or, if one doesn't mind the mess, a heavy, blunt object.

But then Yona had barged in, hurt, disbelieving eyes filling with tears. Behind her came Hak, his warm, cerulean eyes turned cold in anger, steel by betrayal. After they left came the nightmares: the squishy sound of flesh being torn open, the wet plop of dripping blood, and red — always red.

The dream started every time with the dawn, the sky set aflame by the rising sun. Somehow, it would transform into Yona's red curls, swept every which way by an unseen storm. Then, it would become the stately, regal red of King Il's court robes, the ones he had been wearing that night. And always, the robes would turn to liquid in his hand, change into the warm, sticky substance called blood. The crimson would be smeared across his face, dripping off his hands, and he couldn't get it off, no matter how hard he tried.

Killing someone is incredible simple, Soo Won discovered, but dealing with the aftermath is not.