Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 86

Chapter 86 – Captain's Feast

Wayne Academy Silver Island Field Trip — Night 1

The grand dining hall shimmered beneath warm amber light.

Chandeliers swayed gently with the rhythm of the sea, their glow reflecting across polished floors and crystal glassware.

Students filed in, dressed in semi-formal attire— laughter rising, voices overlapping, the energy bright and restless.

Waiters in crisp navy uniforms, pouring sparkling juice into waiting goblets.

At the front— A long, reserved table gleamed. For VIPs, faculty, and the ship's elite. At its center sat Captain Chris Sebastian.

 His white uniform was almost blinding under the lights. His hands rested calmly atop the table— He looked like a man who could summon storms.

Beside him lounged Thyron—his son. Poison in human form.

At the far end sat Zaren Wov.  Obviously, He wasn't here as a sponsor, but as a silent chaperone of the children.

At Table 12, Miexha twirled her water glass, her fingers tracing condensation as if it had answers.

Her roommates gossiped beside her, chirping like crows. None noticed her silence. 

 Until-

"We meet again," came a soft, hopeful voice.

Miexha turned.

Miguel stood there, balancing two plates of salad.

He smiled shyly. Gestured to the empty seat beside her.

"Mind if I join? I got one for you."

She smiled— then nodded.

The girls barely registered it. Miguel was from Section 6. Practically invisible to them.  

At Table 1, surrounded by overachievers and glittering name tags, Zatariel sat statue-still, eyes fixed on Miexha.

Laughing with someone else.

Miguel leaned closer, saying something that made her blush, then she covered her mouth to laugh.

Like she was... happy.

Zatariel's grip tightened around his fork.

It trembled. Just slightly.

He imagined himself standing up.

Crossing the room.

Grabbing Miguel by the collar—

And throwing him overboard.

His father's eyes were still on him. Unblinking. 

 Don't cause a scene.But the scene was already eating him alive.

So he leaned toward the one person who understood his madness.

"Hey," he muttered.

Jayson was calmly peeling shrimp.

"Some guy from the forgotten is flirting with... our girl."

Jayson paused. Dabbed his lips with his napkin.

"Our girl?" he repeated.

Zatariel didn't answer. Jayson followed his gaze.

Then he saw her laughing.

Too comfortable.

Too close to another man.

He exhaled slowly to control himself.