A single word that is all it took. Was she weak? Once again, she questioned herself, wondering when she will finally be able to let go of what happened. If she was given a second chance to live, she did not want to pursue vengeance, but the question remained what if what happened 200 years ago, happens once again? How will she be able to face her enemy if just a small word can easily trigger her into a panic. She needed to get it together otherwise, this will not end well for her if her enemy finds her in her weakest moment.
Her uncle Blaise continued speaking about the couple and how it initially started off as something arranged by the two families, to a beautiful love affair. One thing about Blaise he was charismatic he could sell; vinegar as sweet water and you would not be any wiser. When you spoke with him, you had to keep your wits about you, it could partial because he had inherited his mother charm constitution, it was not as potent as her, this could be because he was male and had more yang energy than a woman but somehow, he still possessed a similar constitution. At times he would intentionally release his charm but currently he was just using his words.
People would jokingly say he was supposed to be born a woman but turned in his mother's womb, it did not help that he had an androgynous appearance but than again both Raanan and Blaise had good appearances, only Blaise had an androgynous appearance.
When their parents died in a battle of immortals, 30 years ago it became Raanan responsibility to take up the helm. Luckily his parents had trustworthy elders who helped him to be settled in his position as the head of the family. Blaise for most of his childhood was taken care of and one could say he was slightly spoilt, in his teens leading up to his 20s he lived a very questionable life. He only mellowed when he reached his 30s, barely to say the least.
Once Blaise was done speaking, he called the couple to sit at a carved lounge chair, that was velvet and gold in colour and had a vintage charm to it that was facing the guests. Renata reluctantly got up from her table and sat at the chair, while Killian wore a smile that was both reluctant and self-assured. A weird contrast indeed.
Renata faced the front, she did not dare to look at the man who was now sitting beside her, a part of her wanted to flee in fear and another part told to stay, to face what had happened, to face the culprit of her demise because for how long will she run from her past; but for now she will just face forward and look at him or so she thought. As they were sitting, Killian touch the hand that was resting on her leg, she flinched slightly before restraining herself. "Are you okay?" He asked with a concerned smile that hinted in curiosity of what might be wrong with her. Renata mustered some courage to look at him, she turned her head to look at him, she smiled to try and hide the pain she was feeling. A war was being waged in her head to not bolt out of there.
"I am okay, I am just nervous about the engagement." There was a flint of disappointment in his eyes as he heard, Renata caught that look, if it was in the past, she might have thought that it was a look of concern. He had always complained about how stand offish she was but that only happened later because she had soon realised that even if she shared her problems with him, he could care less about what she was going through or rather he did not care to comfort but he enjoyed seeing her suffering. Whether it was physical pain or emotion, his favourite was when she was tortured physically and mentally, the little shadow was good at that game, and he would stand aside and watch as her face changed because the pain she was feeling. That world did not have any magic or cultivation but that little shadow mustered torture down to the science. Killian simply found pleasure in seeing her hurting, it was not because of some desire but rather he hated her presence, yet he could not help to watch her cry for mercy.
He never touched her, he always despised being near her, looking back this was true even on the day he asked her to be his girlfriend. He always looked repulsed after kissing her, but Renata had rose coloured glasses on during that time and thought he was just shy. Well, she found out the hard way on their wedding night, when he bedded the little shadow right in front of her. The question remained, why did she stay? Even she did not know the answer to that question.
At this very moment, Renata would bet a 100 spirit stones, high grade even, that Killian would rather claw his eyes out than touch her hand. She wondered once more what the point of this charade was, it was so fruitless on both sides. It made her head spin.