Chapter 106 — Will He Cry?
"Are you... alright?.." Cynthia hesitantly asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"I mean... your sister just..."
"She isn’t... my sister. She is my half-sister," Lucian corrected, finally locking her gaze with Cynthia.
"But she is still your sister."
She held his hands cupping them between her own. The coldness she felt from them due to the cold that fell at night in Eldoria was no different from the personality she was normally accustomed to from him. Deep down she hoped that he would recover from this and that he would go back to being himself. But all she could see was the lifeless Lucian that sat before her. She recalled how he cried at Princess Arisia’s funeral after everyone left in her past life.
Will he cry again? Like in the past?
It was an uncommon sight she had witnessed only once— Lucian crying. But it was also evident to Cynthia how much he loved his sister despite not sharing the same mother.
As she was lost in thoughts, Cynthia felt a drop fall on her hand. Slowly, another few drops fell, rolling down her hands. She clenched her grip wrapping Lucian’s hands into hers.
She wouldn’t look at his face. She couldn’t. She knew seeing him cry would make her weak before him, even if it wouldn’t happen, she couldn’t risk it. After all, she was doing this for her family, and herself. To avenge the family the Selvarians have ruined in the blink of an eye.
"I knew it was coming. I knew one day she would... But..." Lucian’s voice trembled with each word escaping his mouth. Despite the morning rays beating down on his face through the window, Lucian began to shake as if he were surrounded by ice.