(Author’s POV)
After Noah and Greg departed from Brave’s room, all the others conveyed their heartfelt feelings to Brave in their own way.
When Nora was hugging him, Brave questioned about Myra’s absence and Sara told him that she had returned to Damona.
Brave didn’t think much of it at first but when he looked around at his siblings and his mother, they had a rather complicated facial expression. Truth be told, when Andrew was questioning him and Noah interrupted in between, he had mind linked everyone excluding Brave to not mention the mate bond thing with Myra for now. As it would only complicate things.
Somehow, Brave didn’t remember that part nor he was able to recall what went wrong in his sleep. It was as if someone had sealed his memory. No matter, how much he tried to search for anything but nothing came up. Instead, it was straining his body and he felt a headache shooting up.
He clutched his temples with his left hand which was strapped with cannula and Elio said, "Brother Brave still needs rest. You all should go and rest. I will take care of him here."
Sara nodded and with a gentle pat on Brave’s head, she exited the room. Nora kissed his cheek, hugged him tightly one last time and murmured, "I will come to see you in afternoon, brother."
Dion didn’t say much, he just gave him a genuine smile and walked out. But Alaric didn’t move an inch. He had been staring at Brave intently, wanting to ask a lot of questions. When Elio saw that Alaric wasn’t moving, he called out to him, "Brother Al, do you want to say something?" His voice sounded a tad bit guilty.
The way Elio had spoken to Alaric last night, without knowing the full story, was eating him up, gnawing at him. He had never raised his voice ever on anyone. Nor had he ever talked so rudely to any of his brothers, so he was feeling ashamed and remorseful.
Alaric got out of his thoughts and just said, "Nothing, take care of Brave. I need to leave for work. Call for me if there is something needed." Saying this, he was about to depart when Elio said, "Wait, brother Al~"
Alaric didn’t turn around, just tilted his head a bit and asked, "Do you need something?"
"Do you have a minute? Can we talk?" Elio asked, biting his inner cheek.
"Why not?" Alaric replied, "I will be getting ready in my room. Feel free to come," after saying his piece, he walked out.
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In Damona, the morning sky was clear and bright, few white cirrus clouds complimenting the glowing sun. Myra got up fresh and energetic unlike other days where she always felt sore and restless. She even woke up a little late than usual.
With her eyes narrowed, she peeked at the window, her room drowning in the dazzling glow. She turned her head to find Wendy still sound asleep in her bed. Her right leg was comfortably over Myra’s. She was a messy sleeper.
"Wends, wake up," Myra murmured. But Wendy just mumbled something and went back to sleep again. She patted her sister’s shoulder but she only mumbled, "Five minutes more ...."
Before she could say anything more, Sandra’s voice came from the outside, "Girls, wake up ..... It is eight already. The breakfast is getting cold."
"EIGHT ....," Wendy shot up from her sleep. She looked at the wall clock and surely enough, it wasn’t eight but seven in the morning. She hissed and clicked her tongue but didn’t say anything. From time to time, Sandra would pull these tricks on her.
Myra laughed at her reaction and got out of bed, telling her, "Get up, get up, Wends. Otherwise, you will have to hear mom’s nagging all day." She winked and got inside the bathroom to perform her morning routine.
An hour later, all of them are settled in the dining room, chattering and laughing.
Sandra and William noticed that Myra had been chatty and looking livelier than usual. Even her face looked less haggard and tired. They both concluded thinking Myra must be feeling burdened by how they might react to her scholarship program conversation. Now, that it was off of her chest, it was quite evident in her body language, she must be relieved.
They both have discussed about the topic and wanted to tell her about their final decision. So, William, putting his cutlery down, cleared his throat and started, "Mm~ ... Myra, your mother and I have discussed the matter regarding your scholarship program and moving to Esteria ....."


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