Serena

Chapter 34

Koen's POV

After a complete week of silent at school, becoming a literal ghost in her eyes, I now truely discover who she really is. She stands far away from my area, linking arms with a man she had brought, talking to another couple.

"Serena Deyanira Vespertine is her name. She is quite well known in the society... for her beauty, knowledge, status, wealth and mostly her work." Simon watches her, reading her like a book, "I guess it's really in their names? Poetry like; Melantha Visha Vespertine. Melantha in Greek is Dark flower while Visha means deadly poison." He looks up trying to recall.

"And Serena's?" I curiously asked, my tongue not used to her name.

"Her's?" I nod, "well, it's quite ironic actually for her. The origin of Serena is Latin, fully from the French and Latin of 'Serenity' implying calm, peaceful and quiet. However, her middle name Deyanira is quite opposite to her given name. Origin of Spanish and Greek if I recall correctly but it means capable of great destruction. It's quite poetry isn't it?" He giggles but I seem to be captivated in her even more, knowing her true name and meanings.

"It's perfect." I breathlessly say, watching her move on to another couple down the aisle. "It suits her much better than Amelia." I mutter, not an ounce of care whether she lied to me or not. Just her name gave me butterflies in my stomach and light tickles to the heart.
"And?" I ask, trailing from his sudden quietness.

"And?" He questions me back, raising a brow. "Her or her brothers?"

"Her." Just her, nothing or no one matters enough for my concern.

"Pfft, well you'll be disappointed in this. There isn't much to know about her since her 18th debut has yet to come. Her father is the third husband, she's popular amongst young men since a young age, extremely talented and smart... but she's ... what's the word?" He tabs his feet in a fast rhythm, "she's... argh, a ruthless person..."

"What about her back?" I try asking though she had given me a brief answer before.

Simon shakes his head, letting out a surrender sigh, "that... no one knows."

Not surprised by his answer, I change to another question, "But who is that?" I point out, "that man she's with."

He doesn't answers me, and I face him, seeing his cold gaze following Serena's movement as well. "Him? He's Vincent. Her personal guard." He doesn't add anything else.

Suddenly, the classical music starts to play and I get lost in the moment, watching her admire the paintings while lightly sipping on her champagne. When her glass empties, she turns back to the standing table for another filled glass. A young man dressed in a dazzling tuxedo reaches for her hand, holding onto the hand she held the glass. Her guard doesn't flinch a muscle in protecting her making my feet pull forward.

"Josh, don't!" I faintly hear Simon's worried call but it's too late, I'm nearly there in their circle.

"Let go." Her voice unmotivated.

"Don't be like that, Lady Serena. You been declining my proposals for years, you barely know me." He drags her hand around the curve of the table, "Give me time, I'll change your mind-"
His words vanish down his throat, his eyes wide opened and his jaw hammered down the ground.