Keith had been observing for a while, from the other side found the Salvatore siblings, having their moment and bond after years of separation. He lost count of how many times Sylvester hugged Marianne, her little sister, and the only family he had after the great war that happened.
There were just a handful of people around, from a secluded place they were in, but he didn't even have to hide his vulnerability in front of the rest. The same thing for Marianne as well, sobbing as much as she could, for the crazy, selfish decision she had made.
'Never had his aquamarine eyes gleamed with the utter happiness he had ever since Marianne came back to his life.'
Keith sighed, as though a heavy weight lifted off his chest, from the times he had to endure the wrath of 'Grand Duke of the West' and at times, he had to put up with it. It was an open secret that Mystique took the lead, but he knew the truth—yet he had to endure as much as she did until the time came.
