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Iyana chuckled, a wicked gleam dancing in her eyes as she wiped away a tear of joy. "Oh, Vyan, you are so naive," she taunted. "Did you really think I kept you close because I liked you? What an idiot. You were nothing more than my puppet."

The words struck Vyan like a physical blow. He couldn\'t help but think, has she always be this obnoxious?

"Let me spell it out for you, since you seem to be struggling," she continued, her tone dripping with disdain.

"Wh I saw you for the first time four years ago, I just knew you were the perfect scapegoat for me. No family, no support—just a convit pawn to manipulate at will. If anything had gone awry, you would have tak the fall, just like you did today."

Huh. So the last four years of his life—the supposed happiest years—had be nothing but a twisted joke for her?

"But I had to keep up the facade, didn\'t I?" Iyana smirked, relishing in his anguish. "How else would I have joyed the sight of your betrayed expression? Those pained looks you are throwing at me right now? They are too good! They are worth every momt of effort I put into you."

How did I never see through her deception? How have I be so blind?

"Do you know what\'s ev funnier, Vyan?" Iyana asked, but he remained silt, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response.

"It\'s the fact that you actually believed I loved you." Her merciless laughter reverberated through the hallways. "I mean, seriously, how could you think that I, the daughter of an esteemed marquess, would stoop so low as to fall for a godforsak, nameless commoner like you? What could you possibly offer me?"

A bitter chuckle escaped Vyan\'s lips. She was the one who had once claimed he gave her something no one else could, and now she dared to mock him about him? The irony was almost too much to bear.

She cast him a pitying glance before answering her own question. "Just a pretty face, and I have to say, that scar of yours ruins ev that much." Her satisfaction was palpable, like a predator reveling in her prey\'s demise. "Ah, it feels so liberating to finally say it. I have be wanting to for ages."

"Why reveal yourself now?" Vyan demanded, his anger simmering beath the surface. He needed answers, ev if they shattered what remained of his crumbled heart.

Iyana\'s eyes lit up with a gleam of excitemt. "Oh, Vyan, darling, the crown prince proposed to me!" she exclaimed giddily. "I\'m on my way to becoming the que. Can you imagine? A que! It has always be my dream!"

Tch, of course, another lie.

She had once claimed her dream was to become the greatest swordsperson in Haynes, but this was what she had always wanted all along?

"And do you think Prince Easton would have approved of me having a close relationship with my loyal knight?" she continued, her tone dripping with disdain.

"There are rumors swirling about us, you know. What if they derailed the wedding? So, I decided it was high time to dispose of you. Besides, all this acting was getting tiresome. Moreover, a little fun along the way of disposing you didn\'t hurt anyone, right?"

As Iyana\'s mocking laughter echoed in the air, Vyan\'s expression morphed into a seething rage.

"You are the worst," he spat, his words laced with vom.

"Thank you," she replied, her smug smile only fueling his anger. "Oh, wait, I will be back in a minute. Someone\'s calling me. Save your outburst till I\'m back." And with that, she vanished, leaving Vyan alone.

Every fiber of his being screamed with rage as her words echoed in his mind, poisoning his thoughts and blacking his soul.

Amidst the storm of his emotions, a new ssation emerged—a desire for vgeance.

He had resigned to his fate, ready to accept his demise, until she had come along and shattered his world with the revelation of her lies and betrayal.

Why did she have to play such tricks on him?

If she had uttered it once, he would have gone to hell and back to make sure she sat on the throne of Haynes no matter what. If she had let him catch wind that he was a slight obstacle in the way of her goal, he would have tak a sword and stabbed himself without a second thought.

She knew about his loyalty.

And yet, she had chos to betray him.

It was a choice of hers to make him suffer—just because she could.

So, now he has made his choice.

He had the option to d this life without any more drama—die as a backg character who was the to-be que\'s pawn.

But not ev the doors of hell would accept his soul if he were to die meaninglessly like this.

As Iyana reappeared before him, Vyan\'s rage erupted like a volcano, spewing forth in a torrt of fury and hatred.

"A que? You want to become a fucking que?" he roared, his voice echoing through the chamber.

"I will never let that happ! Not on my watch! I will make sure you pay for every single ounce of the pain you have inflicted on me! I will tear you down from your high horse and cast you into the dirt! I will burn the Haynes Empire to the g if I have to if it means stopping you from wearing that crown you so desire!"

Every word dripped with vom, each syllable punctuated by the burning intsity of his fury.

"And you are proud to be the daughter of a marquess, ar\'t you? I will take that away from you too. I will strip that pride from you, piece by piece, until you\'re nothing but a godforsak, nameless commoner.

"And wh you are left with nothing, I will d you. With my own bare hands, I will deliver the most agonizing and humiliating death imaginable. So wait for it, Iyana Pearl Estelle. I will make sure you pay for every ounce of pain you have caused me."

With his declaration of vgeance hanging in the air like a dark om, Vyan\'s eyes burned with an intsity that matched the fire in his soul.

He would stop at nothing to exact his revge upon the woman who had shattered his heart and his spirit.

Despite the blurry haze clouding his vision, he was certain that Iyana\'s face must have worn a mocking smirk, taunting him with her deceitful facade.

Instead of laughter, her response caught him off guard. "Do you… hate me now?" she asked, her tone surprisingly devoid of its previous arrogance.

A bitter laugh escaped Vyan\'s lips, mingling with the taste of blood in his mouth.

"Do you ev have to ask that?" His gaze bore into her, amber eyes ablaze with fury. "Of course, I hate you. I hate you! I fucking hate you so much!" His voice full of contempt echoed throughout the chamber.

"Get the hell out of my sight!" he bellowed, his words echoing off the stone walls.

And to his surprise, she obeyed, fleeing from his presce without another word, just as he wished.

As her footsteps receded, Vyan felt alive once again. This time, at the prospect of seeing Iyana\'s destruction with his own eyes. So, this was the new motivation of his life.

———

In the dim light of dawn, Vyan found himself formulating escape plans worthy of a blockbuster heist. With only a few hours before the executioners arrived, he needed to pull off a disappearing act that would make his faceless parts proud.

Should he stage a dramatic escape during the guard escort? Perhaps, a distraction involving a cunning dance routine and a smoke bomb? Nah, too flashy. Besides, where would he ev get a smoke bomb from?

Before he could finalize his plan, the earth-shattering kabooms interrupted his brainstorming session.

"Talk about rude awaking," he muttered as guards scurried past his cell, leaving him alone to contemplate his impding demise.

Boom! Boom!

"Great, just what I needed—a front-row seat to the manor\'s demolition," he grumbled, shielding himself from debris as it rained down.

But amidst the chaos, a glimmer of hope pierced through the dust. Literally. The blasted ceiling above him revealed a tantalizing sliver of freedom.

"Well, looks like Lady Luck\'s finally throwing me a bone," he smirked, eyeing the gaping hole above.

Clearly, someone out there had a bone to pick with the marquess—and Vyan wasn\'t about to let this gold opportunity go to waste.

With determination burning brighter than the rising sun, he clawed his way to the top, each brok stone a stepping stone toward vgeance.

As he emerged into the dawn\'s embrace, a vow whispered on his lips, "I had promised to become your knight in shining armor, my lady. But today, I am taking it back. Because from now on…"

His amber eyes changed colors, morphing into a lethal shade of red.

"I will be the villain of your life."