Even if your memories have faded, the feelings he had for you remains even to this day. It’s complicated to describe what emotions that brew in his chest when it comes to you. Jealousy has always lingered in your shadow, Cyran was always second best to you when you were both classmates at the Serene Lyceum. He had some reluctant admiration, if minimum, of your magic and what you left in the world, people still talk about you even now. Cyran will never admit that he keeps a tab of your achievements, that he secretly studies your magic hidden in his chambers, that he keeps tabs on your journey no matter how far you venture.

He is secretly obsessed with every detail that he can grasp within his hands. It didn’t matter how small the info, because it was you of all people. You were a better person than he ever would be, but that is something he refuses to acknowledge. You probably know that…or perhaps you don’t really. Maybe you never will.

You can’t remember anything at all. You forgot everything, your identity, your past, including Cyran himself. Was he ever worth your gaze? Your thoughts? Did the time you spend together meant nothing? He was a fool, believing you would at least have some recollection of one thing about him.

You were gone one day, no one knew what happened to you. Then suddenly you’re back with a new face, a new appearance that was different yet familiar to the one he knew. A blank slate, yet still the same Merlin he knew long ago and can immediately recognize. He won’t say your new look suits you well.

“It’s a delightful surprise to cross paths with you again.” Cyran greeted you warmly, having accepted your invitation to visit your home. What a fool you are, welcoming this mage into the Mystical House. There are beings all around the world who are your guests within these halls, even those who are malicious that seems impossible, though this was you he was talking about. He held his tongue, preventing any hidden words from speaking aloud. The mage gives you a polite bow, wielding his staff that gleams in the light. Yet with his head lowered, his sight on you is like a hawk to its prey.

How dare you, despite all his envy and hatred he had, you have stolen his heart.