Ascension Of The Villain

Chapter 49 - 49: Empathy Or Sympathy?

As Vyan uttered those words, his voice was colder than the darkest depths of a glacier.

Clyde stared into Vyan's eyes,

"Don't blame me if you fall off, then." Vyan rolled his eyes and urged his horse forward.

Soon, they started moving with Vyan's expression being 'I would rather be anywhere but here,' and Iyana sticking to her word and keeping her hands to herself—well, for the first ten minutes, at least.

As they passed a bustling market area, Iyana couldn't contain herself. She tapped Vyan's shoulder. "Can we stop here for a minute?"

"Why?" he asked, sounding as excited as a sloth in a hammock.

"I saw this really pretty necklace that my sister would just adore!" she gushed.

"Is that so important?"

"Yes, please, please," she pleaded, eyes wide with the desperation of a toddler for a candy.

"Fine, fine," he sighed, rolling his eyes like a disgruntled teenager.

He parked his horse nearby, and she hopped off, making a beeline for the jewelry stall. In no time, she was back, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Your Grace, I am done—" Iyana's words trailed off as she realized Vyan was nowhere to be seen, and his horse looked restless.

"Adam, where is your master?" she asked, soothing the horse with a gentle touch.

Clearly being the most reliable creature in the vicinity, Adam pointed to a nearby alley with his nose. She turned to look and let out a gasp.

There was Vyan, in the middle of a brawl with a group of four grown men.