Book 12.1: Chapter 3
“Mom! You know, today, Lucia…”
With a tender smile, Vyvyan watched an excited Troy at the table waving his hands about as he spoke. Troy smiled brightly and excitedly. It was the same as the most amazing new discovery. Friends were indeed a very rare existence for Troy. He had always been by Vyvyan’s side and virtually never interacted with an outsider; therefore, it should’ve been a good thing for him to befriend Lucia, right?
“Mom! Lucia was seriously so interesting today!”
Vyvyan nodded, and then passed the pie she had cut up to Troy. Ever since he met Lucia, Troy leaned on the window every morning, as he looked forward to Lucia entering the palace. He’d then quickly finish breakfast and run outside. The two of them would then immediately disappear into the flower garden.
Seeing Troy clumsily eat breakfast in his half-sleepy state with his small hands every morning was one of the most blissful experiences to Vyvyan. She wanted to hug her cutest son and kiss him to wake her brain up in the morning. Now, however, she was relegated to tidying up the eating utensils Troy left behind, while he ran off to another woman.
*Crack!*
The plate in Vyvyan’s hands cracked in a few places when she thought of that. Her strong possessive and jealous nature as an elf made her want to kill Lucia in that instant. Vyvyan hadn’t had the desire to kill in the ten years after the previous war. She took a few deep breaths to calm down.
“Lucia is just a kid. She’s just a kid. She’s just his friend. After Troy loses interest in her, he’ll still my cutest son,” Vyvyan told herself.
“Mom! When… can Lucia come to have dinner together again?”