Tʜᴇ Rᴀᴠᴇɴ & Tʜᴇ Dᴏᴠᴇ

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞♕︎

Silvia quietly sneaked out of Cas' room after he fell asleep in her arms, he looked so peaceful, already a lot better than he did when she appeared last night. It's morning now, the sunlight peering in the room so she drew the curtains before leaving.

Alastiar and Regal sat at the dining table, hands steepled and resting on top of the table, both seemed deep in thought.

Sensing Silvia's presence, both of them tilted their heads to look up, a silent question swirling in their eyes.

"He's better. He ate, bathed and is sleeping." She answered, sitting at the other end of the table, looking indignant. "I need to talk to you about something."

They both remained silent, offering her the floor to speak about whatever she wanted to—though they wouldn't admit it out loud, both were grateful to her for helping Cas recover—they believed she deserved so.

"I-I-uhm." Silvia cleared her throat, not having the courage to look up and meet their eyes as she stared relentlessly at her own hands on the table. "If a few months ago someone had told me about the past life and about my curse, I'd have laughed in their face for such postulation, maybe even break their bones in the dark of the night."

Alastiar shifted in his chair, curious to know where this was going.

"But after Cas and everything," She breathed longly. "I am bound to believe it all. I still don't know about the probable harm that I can cause him, but I do believe that I'm destruction and a curse itself. I believe I must have done something horrible in my past life to still harbour that darkness within."

Regal's brows creased, uncertainty and many questions reflected on his face.

"What do you mean?" He queried.

Silvia blinked a couple times, swallowing her sudden dry throat and picking on her nails. She had never felt so nervous and guilty in all her life. Not even after tormenting people in her secret warehouse.

"I've done something terrible. Something I could never bring myself to admit to Cas. He'd hate me."

Alastiar scoffed. "That boy would jump off of a building before he hates you."

If possible, it made her guts wrench, and remorse and self-loathe surged through every inch of her body. She felt like dying.

"Me too." She choked out. "I'd rather die than seeing hatred in his eyes for me."

"What did you do?" Regal pondered.

Silvia opened her mouth to speak but shut up right away when she noticed Cas standing at the hallway.

"Baby! You shouldn't be up and walking around. You need to rest." She rushed to his side and helped him walk to the dining table, Regal was also on his feet to get a glass of water for his brother.

"What were you all talking about? Is everything alright? Dad isn't separating us again, is he?" He asked, mortified.

Alastiar hated to be the villain in his son's story, but he couldn't help but chuckle to himself at how madly in love his son was. Both his sons actually, just like how he was for their mother.

Neither Alastiar or Regal could unsee the fact that Caspian looked a lot better, just one night had passed, and his face had gotten the colors back, he talked and walked just fine. And now witnessing first hand how fussy Silvia became over his health and comfort, Alastiar's previous suspicion and hatred deflated a little, he could now actually witness that he'd understimated their love.

Maybe Fate had thought something while pairing them up for another life, maybe she knew something everyone else didn't—no matter how spiritually blessed they were.