Messed with the wrong woman

"You are such a disgrace I would never look your way or talk more of having a thing with you," Amira replied.

"Alright then, my lady, get ready to have your name in the mud," John Wick said, and the carriage began moving.

As they approached the Parker mansion, Zyran descended from his horse accompanied by his loyal knights, promptly positioning themselves around the imposing building.

Amira anxiously nibbled on her lower lip. She had hoped to rush home and change her clothes before Zyran could discover what had transpired, but it appeared that luck was not on her side in this instance.

Her once vibrant yellow gown now bore the evidence of a mishap, its color a muddled and striking contrast to the fabric.

As she walked towards Zyran, accompanied by Rian who hurried ahead, he couldn't help but notice Amira's presence.

Rian wasted no time in expressing his frustration. Zyran's gaze grew increasingly intense with each passing moment as Rian recounted the events.

The weight of his stare felt suffocating, causing a chill to run down Amira's arm and goosebumps to form on her skin.

"John Wick, that despicable man, wouldn't leave Amira alone," Rian tearfully explained.

"And everyone believed his baseless accusations, accusing her of being indecent and cheap. He threatened to ruin her reputation."

Mr and Mrs Parker, who had hurried out of their home upon hearing Rian's furious voice, were taken aback by her distress.

"That man is outrageous! How could he behave in such a manner?" Mr. Parker exclaimed, clearly irritated.

"This is not the first time he has done something like this, he seems to ruin the reputation of any woman who turns down his advances just because his father is a duke," Mrs. Leah remarked, clearly displeased by the unfolding situation.

"He shouldn't have resorted to such extreme accusations," Hunter stated firmly.

Amira felt a sense of warmth flood her heart, knowing that someone was genuinely concerned about her well-being.

Her gaze locked with Zyran's, who remained strangely composed and reticent. He had not spoken a word since Rian's grievance.

"Your Highness, that is unacceptable," his loyal companion Aaron voiced with evident frustration. Even Ali was visibly displeased by the situation, ready to take drastic action.

Raising his hand, Zyran silenced any further disapproval.

He extended his hand towards Amira, who hesitated briefly before accepting it. He then led her into the house, and together they made their way to their room.

The quiet tension filling the air, Zyran led her to the bathing tub and said.

"Take your clothes off." The coldness in his voice didn't let her hesitate or refuse.

She took off her clothes in no time, leaving her petticoat and her corset, which she couldn't reach. She looked over to Zyran for help and in the next second, she heard a snap; he had used a danger to snap the string of the dress.

Amira's eyes widened, truly, he was pissed, but nothing was surfacing on his face, and she feared the worst.

"Get into the tub," he said and Amira, still in her underwear got into the tub and settled down in the water covering the swell of her chest.

He helped her wash up, pouring water on her shoulder using his finger as he scrubbed Amira's skin. She felt his gentle palm on her back and the tension in her shoulder loosen.

"Zyran?"

"Hmm"

"You are being too quiet," she told him.

"What do you rather I do?" He asks

"I don't know say something at least", Amira replied.

"Alright then, how do you find Rian?" He asked. Amira smiled remembering the bobbly Rian.

"She's sweet," Amira smiled recounting her day with Rian.

After Zyran was done cleaning her up, he exited the bathroom with Amira who had gone off to change into her nightwear.

"Rian will have your meal delivered to your room. You should get some rest and try not to dwell on anything". Zyran instructed her and she obediently nodded in response.

As Zyran exited the house his men met him at the door and walked behind him as he left the mansion.

"We've obtained the guest list," Aaron said, handing Zyran the list of attendees present at the gathering. After briefly scanning the list, Zyran returned it to Aaron.

"They've crossed the wrong woman," he muttered before mounting his horse and riding into the night with Aaron and Ali.