Elara winced from the window. This was much less entertaining than she thought it was going to be. She hadn't even managed to take a third handful of popcorn, because by then it was obvious that those two were very serious about killing each other.
She looked up to the skies to find that Sylas was still standing there. There was a flicker in her eyes and then she shook her head. She closed the curtains and left the window.
On the ground below, Sylas' parents and Cassarae's stood in silence. They, too, had stopped finding this funny quite a while ago. But there was little that they could say.
They didn't know anything about Nosphaleen, the latter hadn't made many appearances around them. Compared to their daughter and the one they had seen as a daughter-in-law practically all their lives, it was obvious who their hearts were leaning toward.
But they still couldn't help but find the situation to be sad.
They could tell that Sylas' lack of action was a choice. But it wasn't all that evident whether it was a choice for Nosphaleen's sake or if it was one for Cassarae.
Not saving Nosphaleen seed to be for Cassarae, but it was also a nod to Nosphaleen's own resolve. Maybe Nosphaleen had known exactly how this would end before it even began, but she had still chosen to do exactly
this.
Isolde looked up and couldn't help but get teary eyed. There was nothing you could see from Sylas' expression, but as a mother she could tell. She could tell that there was sothing off about his current state.
Cassarae's breathing was even. She looked up, her sword still lodged in Nosphaleen's chest as though she desired to make certain that it had struck true.
She t Sylas' eyes, her own gaze flickering when she realized he showed no signs of moving at all.
Part of her had been convinced that he would. Of course he would.
Then he would say sothing about how Nosphaleen was a valuable asset he had spent quite a lot of ti and resources on.
But he didn't do that.
Cassarae frowned.
Sylas t her gaze with the sa calm he usually had. There truly wasn't anything she could read from his expression, but she could feel it. He wasn't happy.
It wasn't an unhappiness he would take out on her. Sylas was logical, often sotis to a fault. He knew Nosphaleen had co here of her own volition, he knew that Cassarae didn't seek this out, he knew that Nosphaleen had co here with the conviction to die.
Maybe it was sothing that caught him off guard, sure. One mont, he was sitting in tranquility, and in the next mont he was watching two won battle to the death for him.
But that didn't change the truth of it.
If it changed anything, it was just a realization of just how much Nosphaleen had been holding back for so very long.
To Sylas, this was sudden. But to Nosphaleen, it had been brewing for a very long while. And maybe she realized that nothing would change if she didn't do sothing.
If not now, then when? Hadn't Sylas already promised a grand wedding upon Earth's ascension to the Demi-God Realm? And now he already stood atop the Mortal Realm. There probably didn't exist a single soul here that could truly threaten him.
That matter was set in stone already. So when would she act?
At the wedding? Maybe after their first born? Or would she have to wait until they grew tired of each other? Would they ever?
Nosphaleen couldn't ever imagine any woman growing tired of Sylas, and she also couldn't fathom Sylas ever changing his mind about sothing he had decided on.
The mont one looked at things from Nosphaleen's perspective, it seed obvious that this was the only way things could have ever ended.
Maybe this was the very best outco for her.
Cassarae clenched her teeth. "... You fucking bastard..."
She wasn't speaking about Nosphaleen, she was speaking about Sylas.
Why couldn't he make this easy? Why couldn't he just prove her right and spill out the logical stream of bullshit he usually did?
Shadows of what happened in the past kept flashing through her mories.
Words couldn't describe how vulnerable she had been back then. Maybe she should already be over it. She was damn near 30 already and those matters had happened when she was just a teenager.
She had lived so much life since then, and yet it practically felt like everything had been in limbo from the mont he spoke those ridiculous words.
Sylas wasn't soone you just got over. What did it feel like to grow up beside soone who could practically read your mind? Soone so perfect and utterly flawless in every way? It often felt like the only way she could ever keep up with him was by pouring her everything into understanding his quirks more than anyone else ever could.
She had taken pride in that, she had felt a powerful sense of self because of it. She had practically built her entire identity on being the Sylas translator.
Only for sothing she couldn't even begin to understand to happen.
Or maybe she had understood... she just didn't want to accept it.
She didn't want to accept that the man she had fallen in love with could be truly evil and was simply choosing not
to be. Not because of her, not because of his family, but because it was simply not convenient.
She understood him so well that it had completely consud her and shut her down.
~"I love you..."~
The echo of Sylas' words those months ago bombarded off the sides of her skull. She hadn't even said it back, she couldn't bring herself to.
She second guessed herself, wondering if he even ant it. In all his intellect, did he even know what that word ant?
"I truly... Envy you..."
The echo of Nosphaleen's words shook Cassarae awake. She looked down at the Clypsian, watching as the last of the light in her eyes faded away.
Nosphaleen's body went limp and fell to the ground as a tear rolled down Cassarae's cheek.
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