Chapter 141: Royal blood
Mira was startled by Zamian’s words. Her gaze snapped to him, her breath catching as her voice trembled in response. "Please don’t... don’t do that."
It wasn’t that she was entirely against the idea of Zack being killed—he was hardly significant enough to warrant her concern. In the grand scheme of things, Zack was a mere blip in the complex web of their lives. Yet, the thought of her husband involving himself in something so brutal stirred an unsettling feeling deep in her stomach. The notion of violence, especially when connected to her own home, felt wrong to her. But it wasn’t just the idea of Zack’s life being taken—it was the idea of Zamian’s involvement in such an act, something that would forever tarnish him. She couldn’t bear the thought of him stained by something so... so trivial.
Zamian noticed the shift in her expression, and his features softened. He hadn’t meant to let those words slip, and the moment he saw the unease in her eyes, he knew he had made a mistake. Mira was too important to him to provoke her like this.
"I was just joking," he said quickly, his tone light, trying to ease the tension that had suddenly enveloped the room. He reached out for her hand, hoping the touch would reassure her, but he knew it wasn’t the words that mattered most. It was the unspoken understanding between them. He’d crossed a line, and now he had to find a way back to her trust.
But the truth was more complicated than he let on. While he had spoken half in jest, a part of him had been entirely serious. In the dark corners of his mind, he knew he was capable of carrying out such a threat if it came to it. He was more than capable of violence if it meant protecting what was his—what was theirs. But there was one thing that would always hold him back: Mira. She was the one thing he couldn’t afford to lose, and the very thought of doing something that would upset her, something that would cast a shadow on their lives together, made him reconsider everything. No matter how strong or powerful he was, nothing would matter if she wasn’t by his side.
Whatever his wife wanted, whatever she needed to feel at peace, that was what mattered most to him.
Mira finally let out a shaky breath and offered him a small, reassuring smile. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Her voice softened as she spoke again, this time with more control. "This means we would..." She hesitated, suddenly unsure how to continue, and a brief, fleeting thought of Zack crossed her mind. Instead of continuing down that path, she shifted the topic, her mind finding comfort in something more tangible. "We’ll have to inform Zami’s school that something happened, so we’ll take her to the museum tomorrow."
Zamian nodded, the gesture reassuring, as if the same thought had crossed his mind. "Yes," he agreed quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. His mind had already shifted from the confrontation to the practicalities of the day ahead. It was strange how easily they could go from something so serious to something so mundane, but that was the rhythm of their lives. Together, they balanced each other.
The room fell silent, but it was the kind of silence that felt comforting, not awkward. It was the quiet that settled between two people who didn’t need words to understand each other. The only sound that filled the air was the soft, rhythmic beating of their hearts, steady and strong in unison.