Aeliana stormed so fast into Silvion's study, her face was so flushed with a redness from anger and shame. Silvion is lounging casually in his armchair, looked up from the book he was skimming, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
"Aeliana," he began, his tone soft but teasing, "you're up early. I would've thought last night's festivities would've left you—"
"Enough of this Silvie!" she snapped, cutting him off. She clenched her fists that her heart pounding so fast as she tried to organize her chaotic thoughts. "This… this is so absurd. You're my cousin!"
Silvion blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but then his usual calm demeanor returned. "Fifth generation," he countered, setting the book aside. His voice was smooth, almost dismissive. "We're barely related by blood. It's not as scandalous as you make it sound."
