Own Time

Chapter 35

The atmosphere between the two heads of the families was palpably tense. Kamesi Tushar and his family appeared almost petrified in the presence of Varek Rowan. I couldn't blame them; I could feel Varek Rowan's powerful mahika radiating from him even as I stood nearby. What am I supposed to expect from him, he's literally a Varek the third in status after the Estevel.

"It seems you're here for the young master, so we'll take our leave," Kamesi Tushar said, his voice steady but his body betraying a readiness to retreat.

"Wait," Varek Rowan's voice cut through the air, causing Tushar to flinch and turn toward him slowly.

"W-What seems to be the problem?" Kamesi Tushar stammered, his family instinctively moving to shield themselves behind him.

"You seem to be getting old, so much so that you've forgotten your own actions," Varek Rowan's voice grew increasingly authoritative, almost overpowering.

"I-I fail to understand what you mean," Kamesi Tushar stammered, his voice faltering as he struggled to maintain eye contact. He was trembling now, and I couldn't help but wonder how someone like him could be considered one of the powerful heads. Right now, he looked like nothing more than a coward.

"You've failed at almost everything, so why should I be surprised?" Varek Rowan's words hit like a lash, and I found myself wide-eyed, taken aback by his bluntness. "Do you really think you can get away with disrespecting the Norouca's heir just because Estevel isn't here?"

"I-I..." Kamesi Tushar's voice faltered, unable to form a coherent response. The tension was unbearable, and I could feel my own nerves fraying. I knew I had to step in before things escalated further.

"Varek Bedaim, it's alright," I said, stepping forward with a smile. "Please, let's not cause a scene during my own celebration. A sincere apology is more than enough for me."

Though I wished for a peaceful celebration without any unnecessary drama, I couldn't simply stand by and allow disrespect—especially toward those I care about. That was a line I would never let anyone cross.

"You are far too kind, young master," Varek Rowan remarked, his tone softening just slightly. "Now I understand why she values you so highly." He turned his gaze back to Tushar and his family, his eyes narrowing. "Did you hear that? He's willing to let this go with just an apology. But make sure it's sincere—if it's not, I'll handle the matter myself."

The family exchanged nervous glances before slowly making their way toward me. When they finally stopped, I could see the fear and regret etched on their faces. With a collective sigh, they bowed deeply, their eyes tightly shut.

"We apologize to the young master," Kamesi Tushar said, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "We disrespected you, fully aware of your position. We promise to learn from this mistake and never repeat it. Please, we humbly ask for your forgiveness."

"We ask for your forgiveness," Tushar's family echoed, remaining bowed, their heads low. I was stunned that they actually followed through, and to this extent. Around us, the guests were equally shocked, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

"I forgive you, so please, you can stop bowing now," I said, my voice calm but firm. Slowly, they straightened up, and to my surprise, I noticed tears welling up in Kamesi Tushar's eyes. I blinked, unsure of how to respond. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, I glanced toward both Crade and Head Rowan, silently seeking their guidance.

"Have some pride, at least, and stop crying," Varek Rowan muttered, sounding almost embarrassed on their behalf. "Now that the young master has forgiven you, make sure you keep your word. If you fail again, it won't just be me coming after you—Estevel herself will ensure it."