Iyana was making her way to her room, still reeling from a 'what-just-happened' moment with Vyan, when she spotted Clyde heading towards Vyan's room. His face was a picture of worry and concern.
It wasn't hard to see why Clyde was so anxious. Iyana had overheard the maids discussing Vyan's frail health, a condition he had suffered from since childhood.
Wouldn't Vyan be more likely to confide in Clyde about why he was crying?
Curiosity gnawed at her, and she murmured, "I really want to know."
She shook her head, chastising herself. "No, no, you have no right to pry if he doesn't want to share yet. Stick to your principles, young lady."
So, deciding to abide by her morals, she waited for Clyde to emerge. When he finally did, after what felt like an eternity, he was smiling and looked relieved.
Unknowingly, a smile spread across her face as well.
