Seeing the change in her expression, Viktor asked in a concerned expression, "Did I ask something wrong?"
Nyissa's expression reverted back to normal as she shook her head slowly, "No...it's just that…", Nyissa hesitated since she never talked about her mother to anybody else, not even her father.
But then she thought about how Viktor didn't hesitate to talk to her about his hard times in the past and said, "She is kind of dead to me…"
Viktor knitted his brows, seeing that there was something complicated going on, "What do you mean?"
Nyissa's eyes looked elsewhere as she answered in a slightly bitter tone, "She left me and my father because we couldn't keep up to her standards. I was only ten years old when she left, and even though this happened a long time ago, it feels just like yesterday and…" Nyissa unconsciously clenched her fists, and Viktor caressed her head to comfort her since he could see how this incident caused a lot of pain for Nyissa.
"But where could your mother possibly go? Isn't she from your clan?" Viktor asked in a puzzled tone.
Nyissa shook her head and said in a low voice, "That is the problem. She is not from this clan. There are actually different classes when it comes to clans. Our clan belongs to the lower class since, when compared to others, we are relatively young and less powerful as a whole. But my mother was coming from an upper class, higher than even middle class, and it all started when my father, as a young practitioner of our cursed arts, was invited to some event held by my mother's clan. That's where they supposedly fell in love at first sight, and despite the heated protests from her clan, they ended up marrying each other and running away together. It seemed like a difficult yet sweet love story, but only as years passed and I came to be, my father and I learned of my mother's true self. It seemed as if she badly wanted to return home, and we were just too....I don't know what to say...she was not satisfied with us anyway…"
"For years, even as a child, I tried to make her like me and did everything she wanted me to do, especially rigorous training 24/7 till my body felt numb and exhausted. But even then, she said I am not good enough…I didn't even want to hear a word of praise from her as long as she was just here for me...Even when my father begged her to stay, she didn't listen..."
Nyissa continued with her gaze cold and firm, "But I made a promise to myself a long time ago to push my limits continuously and prove to my mother the blunder she committed and make her regret. I want to see the look on her face when I show her that even someone like me from a lower class clan can rival the upper-class clan people. They all look down on us. That is why for all these centuries, I have constantly been training. But for a long time, I felt like I had hit a wall, and only now I feel as if that wall was broken...it was all thanks to you…" Nyissa trailed off with a pure smile.
Viktor didn't know Nyissa had such a tough childhood, and this made him understand some things.
He pulled her closer and let her head rest on his chest as he said, "Don't worry...I will help you achieve your goal. Even if I become your fiance today, I will still become a part of your clan. So we will make sure those arrogant upper-class people regret looking down on us. I won't let you fight this on your own."
Nyissa felt her eyes becoming warm since, for the first time in her life, she felt as if she wasn't trying to climb an insurmountable mountain on her own but had someone beside her to help.
And suddenly the mountain didn't seem that tall in his presence.
"Thank you...Viktor…" Nyissa said in a heartfelt tone since she knew Viktor could choose to involve himself in such troublesome things, yet he wanted to for her.
'So this is how it feels like…' Nyissa thought as she realized this was how it felt like to have a husband who would care and support her. Even if she didn't marry Viktor yet, she had unconsciously started to consider him as one since she believed she could only marry him.
She now understood the meaning behind people saying how marriage can make life seem more beautiful.
"No need for that...for my future wife, it is my duty as her future husband to be there for her…" Viktor said in a deep voice as he lifted her dainty hand and kissed it, making Nyissa's cheeks turn rosy and look away with an abashed smile.
"No...never....You can't betray me like this…" Strangely enough, this vexed mumble was coming from Laynar, who had sneaked inside and was secretly watching these two being intimate with each other.
He just wanted to reconfirm his suspicions which he wouldn't even dare to dream of before. The woman he had considered to be unobtainable by any man was now behaving like a bashful young girl in the arms of some foreign stranger no one had ever seen before?
This was preposterous and outrageous!
The only explanation he wanted to think of was that Nyissa was being mind-controlled, but even that just seemed too stupid to be true to him.
'I should talk to my father!' Laynar narrowed his eyes and immediately left since his gut was telling that if he didn't do something about this now, then things would only get even worse, and this foreign stranger would snatch away his dream woman.
And in the worst case, his father was unable to deal with this new problem, he sinisterly smiled as he thought of something else.
