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ZAIA. My heart thuds as the King's turn to the man, and the first thing I notice is the change in Aran’s attitude. He swallows, glancing at Sebastian, then at Agatha, almost uneasily. The anger that was displayed on his face seconds ago is gone. “Gerard… you’re here…” Agatha looks stunned as she
I wanted answers from him, but I am also glad the argument that was about to go down was diffused for now. “Father, can I speak to you privately?” Sebastian asks coldly. Perhaps I spoke too soon! “We have guests, Sebastian,” Aran replies, clenching his jaw. “Oh, don’t stop on my behalf, and I wo
SEBASTIAN. The sound of my beating heart thumping loudly in my ears is all I can hear as his words ring in my mind. I am not his son? How is that even possible? I look more like him than Mom… Even if I don’t want to admit it; it is the truth. “What do you mean I am not your son?” I ask quietly,
What’s wrong with her? “I’m fine, just a bad throat.” She says hoarsely as I offer her a tissue. “Thank you.” She wipes her mouth looking between us. “He needs the truth Aran, for me…” she whispers. Where moments ago he was nothing but arrogant, his worry for her trumps his own feelings. At leas
ZAIA. “So how old are you, Zaia?” Gerard asks as he sits back, that unnerving smirk on his face getting to me. “I am in my mid-twenties,” I reply cordially. “A good age. Once you get to my age, you have to take care of yourself a little more,” he chuckles. “It takes a lot longer to recover from t
I will never forget the state Sebastian was in. He chuckles. “Oh, that was not my doing. The boys got a little carried away.” I clench my fists trying to contain my anger. “And one of them is my brother, correct?” Just the thought makes me sick. There’s a glimmer of surprise on his face before h
SEBASTIAN. “Don’t hate him, Sebastian. He is hurting. I am not sure what has gotten into him, but he does love you.” “I don’t care, Mom. We’ve never seen eye to eye… guess I’m a reminder that he is incapable of even having a child. He’s probably simply jealous because in every way I’m better than
“Bas-” I reach behind me squeezing her wrist gently, hoping she realises to let me do what I need to. Right now, she is more important than I am. “What?” Dad asks sharply. “I said, I’m the one who hurt him. I was angry, he got in my way, and I pushed him.” I say quietly. “That’s not true-” “It