Chapter 648: A PERFECT COMBINATION
"My lord, finally you graced me with your presence," Cyan said politely, she knelt down in front of a young man, around the age of twenty, whose face extremely similar to Alan. He was literally him, in a younger version. People wouldn’t notice the different between the two if they didn’t pay close attention.
Recently, Decratic had gone out of the room that confined him for months, but no one noticed he was a different person from their king because of how similar they were.
"Stand up, Cyan," Decratic said, he looked around the room, where Cyan occupied, ever since she returned from the Howling Wolf pack with Zeke and lost her ability to see because of the lycan.
"Thank you, my lord." Cyan felt nervous because she couldn’t see the lord she had worshipped for so long. The belief that her father dictated her and her brother.
Finally, Decratic approached Cyan and pinched her chin between his fingers to see her eyes. "You have beautiful eyes," Decratic said.
"Thank you, my lord." Cyan’s heart thumped wildly. She had heard what happened to the crippled prince. He could walk again now. He didn’t need his wheelchair anymore and now he led his own warriors, answered to Decratic’s order and Alan started to be confined inside a secret room, as Decratic filled his role as the king.
As his mother, Cyan didn’t feel anything when she learned about what happened to her son. There was not an ounce of sympathy for him whatsoever. It almost felt like she couldn’t care less what they were doing to him, as long as it didn’t bother her. She had never fond of that son of hers at all.
She was actually ashamed to give birth to Aeon’s child. If it was not for her duty and her father’s grand plan to reach this point to revive Decratic, she would never agree to be touched by Aeon.
That king was disgusting. The only hiccup they had was to get him killed during the commotion in Goffa Mountain before he could fulfill all of his role. That was why her father was very angry for what she had done, because the battle in the Howling Wolf pack, actually, was not their original plan.
"You are very helpful, Cyan. It will be a pity if you are blind." Decratic kissed both of Cyan’s eyes gently, he caressed her cheeks lightly. "You are very smart, Cyan. It’s a pity your father didn’t recognize your effort and your sacrifice. Just because you were born as a woman, it doesn’t mean you are less worht it."
Cyan’s heart skipped a beat when Decratic voiced out her deepest grievances. Zeke always had this look of disappointment whenever he met her eyes, when all Cyan wanted was the recognition from her father, but he disheartened her over and over again for something she didn’t have control of.