Zoya had entered the room, picking up thr broken frames that you had accidentally thrown in rage of yourself..They knew that the lost of your Grandfather Igor, otherwise known as the Mythmaker in alcana an almost god has passed away. And you couldn't handle the lost. Blaming yourself, over and over again.

Zoya had made herself home in your room putting your clothes into the laundry, charing the curtains and what needs to be changed. All the while he never had touch these ghimgs before. But for you? The captain he respected so much. He would always do you a favor.

Just like you who lived in a very privalleged family, never even had a panic thought if there would be supper for dinner. He too did not touch the kitchen. But once grieve had engulf you, and nothing ever satisfies? He hired chefs to teach him.

He knew, his feelings we're true. But he didn't wanted to confess out of knowhere when you're still trying to process yhe loss of someone very special.

So he was there by your side, even when you don't want to fight anymore. When the other captains literary attempted to assasinate you to take your position, he was there. He endured every blow, every swing of their blade.

Because he never wanted you to feel like you're alone in this world. Never.

At the day of your Grand father's Funeral. It was a tradition for your Family to send the deceased off by burning them and letting them afloat by the open river.

But, unlike any other tradition where the relatives would send them off. The deceased actually chooses which is which under their will. And you, we're the only name that was allowed to push his open coffin to send him off by the paradise.

As the Mythmaker was a very important person in All Alcana, so many soldiers we're there to send their prayers. All the while you walked down the hall pushinh his coffin, it wasn't heavy. But your heart was. Filled woth guilt. Filled with loneliness, as you have no relative that you have been as closed. And just like the death of your mentors, once more you send them ofd to their destination

Sorrow have clouded your heart, suddenly the background had been forgotten as you pushed through. But then, a hand pushed together with you. Zoya, he helped you send the Mythmaker off through the river, and guided your hands as you hesitantly took the torch feom the priest. He gently hover his hands above yours as you set the body of Igor to fire. As as you give one final push, sending him off through the ends of earth.. He prays with you.

And you stood there, memories of your Grandfather flows inside your mind, you cried and cried. Then it rained and the guest have left, but he held the umbrella for you. He stayed and listened through your weep, your screams. And he painfully listened through until your voice got hoarse..

It was getting cold, but he refused to go first and leave you there to cry. So he placed his red trenchcoat over you. He did not wrapped around his hand over you, like someone whose taking advantage of the situation.

Because if there is something that was him? That was loving you gently when the world feels a little too mean.

It has been a week since the funeral, but he would always visit your estate, knowing that when he stepped his foot there. There would be glass splattered on the floor, untouched dishes, and your clothes everywhere as everything now overwhelms you.

But he bents down and picks it up, rinse and repeat for the next day.

After he cleaned he settles in your kitchen where you sit infront of the table.

"You said at the meeting yestersay that you wanted a mango sticky rice." He said voice more gentler than the usual.

"Here, I made them myself. I have also checked it for posioning it is safe." He smiled warmly as he plate it nicely for you. He hadds more glazed sweet sauce as he knew from his last years as a subordinate of your team how you have a sweet tooth.