Viktor was invested in the story, but at so point, he noticed sothing was very wrong, "haha…I rember a ti when she was so bored that she recreated a ga from her cellphone..mm…it seems I haven't seen that cell phone she was always talking about. Do you have one before?" Zane turned and saw Viktor's strange expression.
"What?" Zane asked, feeling Viktor's expression wasn't right.
"I have never heard of a cellphone before and of any desolate lands recorded in history." Viktor sat up; he tapped his chin in thought as he looked at Zane's calm, sincere eyes, so he was not lying, but why hadn't I heard of all these things he said?
His eyes lit up as a sudden thought struck him. He quickly tapped on his bracelet, scrolling to the history section he'd read about, when following the historical tweet.
A strange history about Princess Cyra Liora Frostwood the third of Solara kingdom, the first human without a soul beast, Who disappeared in August 1220.
Zane leaned closer, curious about Viktor's sudden focus.
"By chance, is your wife Princess Cyra Liora Frostwood?" Viktor asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. His heart pounded as the pieces of an inconceivable idea began to fit together.
Zane, who didn't know he was about to spill their secrets, "Hmm, yes, but she doesn't use her middle na."
Viktor eyes widened, "Fuck." He cursed unconsciously, his fingers pinched Zane's cheek, not enough.
He patted his face and checked his nose to see if air was passing through; Zane struggled out of his hands when he wanted to open his mouth.
"What's wrong with you?!" Zane stepped back, glaring at Viktor.
Viktor said nothing and pointed at the hologram screen. Zane hesitated, watching him warily before stepping closer, ready to dodge if Viktor tried anything strange again.
He looked at the history text and couldn't see what was wrong till Viktor emphasized the date. The current year is 2230, which by calculation is a thousand, ten years and three months they had lived in the desolate lands.
Zane froze, his mind reeling. "Take out." Zane's tone was calm, eerily so. His face betrayed no emotion.
Viktor was curious to know how a historical person was brought to life and how Zane was still alive.
He quickly brought them out of his space. Outside, only four minutes had passed.
Zane was silent as he walked into the Mansion. Viktor lingered outside, torn between respecting their privacy and the gnawing curiosity that refused to leave him alone.
When Zane entered he found Kyle present, "I want to speak to you alone." Zane's tone was so calm, bordering on cold. Cyra looked up imdiately feeling sothing was not right with Zane.
Zane changed his mind and headed toward their room. Cyra followed closely, her eyes searching his face for any hint of what was wrong.
There was an uncomfortable silence between them before they reached their room, "love, what's wrong?" Cyra was the first to break the silence.
"Cyra, give an honest answer….how long was I unconscious for?" Zane sat down and faced Cyra directly with cold white eyes resembling shards of ice.
He was furious that he called her na directly; she grew nervous, an emotion she had not felt in a long while, "What does it really matter—"
"Answer ." He caught her short, his fingers clenched the bedsheet tightly.
"Mm…A thousand years." Cyra spoke out softly.
The room was silent for a while, "why didn't you feel it was important to let know?" Zane asked with a trembling voice.
Cyra opened her mouth, then closed it again. She hadn't thought he would have such a strong reaction.
"Again…again…" Zane muttered under his breath, his eyes vacant and unfocused.
Cyra flashed to him, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm sorry, love," She whispered into his ears and held him tight before he was able to get back to the present.
He settled down, lying weakly and quietly on her body. "It's more than not telling you, is it?" Cyra calmly stated as her hand brushed his hair behind his ears.
Zane kept quiet, "Do you want to tell ? I knew all these years we have been together, you haven't told anything about your past…it must be hard…just know I am always here." Her tone soft, her words giving him the courage to speak.
"I'm selfish you know…when you told you killed those people, that you enjoyed it…I was secretly glad…saying to myself she's just like , she won't leave …" He paused, looking down at his shaking fingers; his heart was pounding loudly in his chest. Flashes of blood and lifeless eyes flashed through his mind.
He was brought back by Cyra's warm kiss on his neck, "You can stop if you want." Zane
shook his head at her words, he needed to unburden himself.
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