Zyran past I

"I can't shake off the feeling that this has something to do with you, " Amira said.

"What do you think?" He replied his cold eyes looking at the man across the floor like he could skin him alive.

"Wasn't that too much, I accept he was wrong, but taking matters into your hands is a bit too much"

"Too much, keeping him alive was being merciful, I would have taken my time with him by skinning him alive layer upon layer until he wished for death and begged me for it," Zyran replied.

"What did I tell you before? All mistakes shouldn't be taken lightly. I don't pardon any form of it, and his was way past the norm.

Amira gulped she had never seen Zyran so menacing as he was at the moment.

"He touched you, it is only right if he no longer has access to his hand," Zyran told her.

Zyran turned and walked away, leaving Amira gasping for breath. She couldn't fathom why Zyran would go to such lengths for her. Was he truly that unforgiving?

"I wasn't expecting my expectations to be exceeded," a voice startled Amira from behind.

She turned around to find Lady Hathaway standing there. "Hello, Hathaway; it's a pleasant surprise to see you here this morning," Amira greeted her.

Hathaway's red-tinted lips curved into a small smile as she replied.

"Your expression is saying otherwise."

She wore a hat with a net covering her eye area, adding to her enchanting aura. Her vibrant red gown hinted at her possible favorite color, and her hand was adorned with a glove and delicate bracelets.

"What brought you here? Are you also a part of the state affair?"Amira asked

Hathaway shook her head

"I was brought in for questioning about John Wick's unfortunate situation."

Amira's heart raced, fearing that Zyran might be discovered, and everything would turn for the worse because of her.

Hathaway, noticing Amira's expression, chuckled.

"Don't worry, It's all a facade. They all know what they are doing no one would openly admit the truth, even though they are aware of it. That's how cowardly they are." Amira's eyes widened in realization.

The news of the events at Hathaway mansion last night has surely spread like wildfire, making it impossible for anyone to remain unaware. It doesn't take a genius to connect the dots and link everything to her, yet nobody is openly accusing her.

"Zyran is really something, always has a temper, but this exceeded it all, unlike ten years ago when I had lost all hope on that fateful night," she said before adding.

"Amira, what have you done to him? He's acting completely out of character. Nobody has ever brought him down like this, not even Andrea."

Once again, everyone keeps mentioning Andrea's name, as if it's some kind of sacred chant while keeping everything else to themselves. Who is this Andrea, and why does she seem to have such a strong influence on Zyran? What is the story they share?"

Hathaway smiled and said.

As Amira and Hathaway continued their stroll, the air was filled with an unusual quietness. Amira's mind was preoccupied, lost in her thoughts, until Hathaway gently interrupted the silence with an offer.

"Do you want to hear a little story about Zyran?" she asked.

Amira's curiosity was piqued. Hathaway nodded, her eyes briefly averting from Amira's now-fixed gaze.

"Back when Zyran was free like a bird, he lived carelessly, always venturing into the unknown. Although his carefree spirit remains unchanged, he's become more reclusive over the years. Even so, he was much more open to new experiences in his youth."

"He was unaware of what it truly meant to be a prince. He was just like any other boy with lofty aspirations, a bit unique from the crowd. His distinct characteristics captivated my sister, Andrea.

Hathaway's expression conveys a deep sense of admiration whenever Andrea's name is brought up.

Andrea was devoted to her elders, outspoken, and courageous—everyone's ideal woman. Men vied for her attention, as my older sister was truly someone to admire."

"Was she?" Amira inquired, sensing that Hathaway's acclaim may not do justice to Andrea's character.

Hathaway smiled and paused in front of a grove of lotus trees.

"She was as beautiful as a lotus and as fragile as a porcelain doll, yet she possessed incredible resilience. It was quite remarkable how Zyran, the solitary and calculating youth, was drawn to her. Initially, Andrea would not stop talking about him—almost biting my ears off with countless anecdotes about him."

"I found it peculiar how infatuated she was with him. It wasn't until he rescued her from a bandit's clutches that I realized she was right. He was truly extraordinary, just a fifteen-year-old who fearlessly confronted a group of bandits single-handedly."

"He did?" Amira asked surprised.

"Not just that he promised her marriage just to save her from the disgrace of the disapproving glare of society"