Varian was the third brother of Dono family. The plan was to manipulate him using the same as Caius.
'I hope Varian would be easy to fool like this brother.' Amelia grinned and left to meet him.
Varian, with the fire of youth still burning in his eyes, had always felt the sting of being the last in line, the final note in the symphony of his family's legacy. It was this inner turmoil, this smoldering ember of resentment, that Amelia sought to fan into a blazing inferno.
She already interacted with him enough time and knew a lot about him. Varian also had enough trust in her, which she's going to exploit.
Amelia found him as twilight embraced the gardens of the estate, the fading light casting long shadows upon the paths where he often sought solace from the weight of his birthright. The air was perfumed with the scent of blooming nightflowers, and the gentle murmur of the fountains played a soothing backdrop to the scene that was about to unfold.
