"She is my ex girlfriend, a talentless idiot, she wasn't the real daughter of the House of Frost she is ugly but she disappeared seven years ago she even had sex with disgusting old man," Liam said and Azriel aura burst out.
"Do not speak about her like that," Azriel snapped coldly. Liam was shocked he flinched.
Liam's eyes widened in shock as Azriel's aura exploded around him, the air seeming to vibrate with his uncle's anger. He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he realized he had made a grave mistake.
"I-I'm sorry, uncle," he stuttered, trying to backpedal, but Azriel's expression only grew darker.
"You will not speak about Akira in such a manner," Azriel repeated, his voice low and menacing.
"You will show her the respect she deserves." Liam's mind reeled as he tried to process his uncle's reaction. Why was Azriel so protective of Akira? What did he know about her that Liam didn't?
Azriel's eyes seemed to bore into Liam's soul, as if searching for something. His expression was unreadable, but his aura was still radiating an intense, cold anger.
"You know nothing about Akira, Liam," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Nothing about her past, her present, or her true nature. You think you can just dismiss her as a talentless idiot? You think you can speak about her like that and get away with it?" Azriel's voice rose, his words becoming more biting.
"You are wrong, Liam. Akira is not what you think she is. And if you continue to speak about her like that, you will suffer the consequences." Liam's eyes widened in fear as he realized the gravity of his mistake. He had never seen Azriel so angry, so protective of someone. Who was Akira, really? And what did she mean to Azriel?
"But Uncle Azriel she is a wild woman who is most likely already dead!" Liam said the thought of that ugly woman disgusted Liam so much.
Azriel's face turned white with rage, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Enough, Liam!" he thundered, his voice shaking with anger.
"You will not speak of Akira in such a manner. I warn you, boy, do not test my patience further.
Azriel's aura seemed to expand, filling the room with an icy, oppressive energy. Liam felt himself shrinking away, intimidated by his uncle's wrath. He had never seen Azriel so angry, so consumed by his emotions. It was as if Liam had touched a raw nerve, and now he was facing the full force of his uncle's fury.
"You know nothing about Akira," Azriel repeated, his voice low and menacing.
"And even if you did, you would not dare speak of her like that. She is...was...a woman of great beauty and strength. And you will show her the respect she deserves."
Liam's confusion and disdain for Akira were written all over his face, and Azriel's expression only grew darker. He seemed to be seething with anger, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity.
"You don't understand, Liam," he said, his voice low and menacing.
"Akira is not just any woman. She is...was...someone special. And you will not speak of her like that again." Azriel's words were laced with a warning, and Liam could sense the danger lurking beneath the surface. He didn't know what to make of his uncle's behavior, but he knew that he had to tread carefully. Azriel's reputation as a ruthless and merciless prince was well-deserved, and Liam didn't want to become his next target. But despite his fear, Liam couldn't help but wonder what made Akira so special. What was it about her that had sparked such a strong reaction from his uncle?
Azriel's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with thoughts of Akira. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he had known her before, that she was someone from his past. The idea of Liam mistreating her or speaking ill of her sparked a fierce protectiveness within him. He felt a sudden urge to see her, to know more about her, and to ensure that no one ever hurt her again.
Azriel's thoughts were a jumble of confusion and curiosity. He couldn't understand why Akira's presence stirred up such strong emotions within him. He was a prince, known for his cold and calculating nature, but when it came to Akira, he felt a deep sense of possessiveness and protectiveness. He wanted to know more about her, to learn about her past and her present. And he wanted to make sure that no one ever hurt her again. The thought of anyone mistreating her was unbearable to him, and he knew that he would stop at nothing to keep her safe.
Azriel's eyes seemed to glaze over, lost in thought. He was no longer present in the room, his mind consumed by visions of Akira. He could see her, standing before him, her eyes flashing with a fierce inner light. He felt a jolt of recognition, as if he had seen her before, but couldn't quite place her. The feeling was maddening, and he knew that he had to find out more about her. He had to know everything.
Azriel's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his son, Prince Kaito, calling out to him from the next room. He sighed, reluctantly tearing his attention away from thoughts of Akira. He made his way to Kaito's room, a forced smile on his face. But as he entered the room, he couldn't shake off the feeling that his life was about to change in ways he couldn't yet imagine. Akira's presence had stirred up something within him, and he knew that he couldn't ignore it. He would have to find out more about her, no matter the cost.
His six year old son rushed in his father arms and he smiled brightly.
Azriel's expression softened as he scooped up his six-year-old son, Prince Kaito, in a warm hug. The little boy's bright smile and sparkling eyes were a balm to Azriel's soul, and for a moment, he forgot about his concerns and worries about Akira. He twirled Kaito around, laughing as the little boy giggled and squealed with delight.
"Papa's little prince," Azriel whispered, his voice full of affection, as he planted a gentle kiss on Kaito's forehead. Kaito's eyes shone with adoration as he wrapped his small arms around Azriel's neck, holding him tight. In this moment, Azriel felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him, and he knew that he would do anything to protect and provide for his precious son.
Kaito's bright smile and sparkling eyes hid a deep-seated secret, one that he had kept to himself since he was just two years old. He had overheard his mother, Rylee, talking to her friend about how he wasn't her biological son, and how she had stolen him from his real mother. The words had cut deep, and Kaito's young mind had struggled to process the truth. He had felt a mix of emotions: anger, sadness, and a deep sense of betrayal. He had tried to tell his father, Azriel, many times, but he had been too afraid, too unsure of how to express his feelings. So he had kept it all inside, nursing his anger and hurt, and making a vow to himself to find his real mother, no matter what it took. Kaito's eyes seemed to cloud over for a moment, as he gazed up at his father, a mixture of love and resentment warring within him. He loved Azriel, but he couldn't help feeling that his father was somehow complicit in Rylee's deception. He pushed the thoughts aside, not wanting to ruin the moment, and instead focused on the warmth of his father's hug, and the love that shone in his eyes.