Dream a little, Dream of me

You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defendin' now?

Listen to Exile by Taylor Swift ft Bon Iver for proper emphasis, while reading. 

"He misses her." She said nudging him

"No shit." Zane replied looking at his Eris, who looked like his life was slipping out of his hands. The man's hair were tousled and messy, and that was shocking since he was the epitome of perfect. he had been running his hands through it. He and Isabella had witnessed it. Now as they stood in Eris' study, waiting for him to speak, said male was just scribbling on a parchment of paper that was full of writing. 

In conclusion, Eris Vanserra was having trouble paying attention to paperwork. 

And the cause behind it was none other then the absence of Lilliana Mae or rather Lilliana Vanserra. And that seemed sad, because Lilliana was a friend. And she was a sister to both him and Isabella. 

Eris swore and then took a deep breath. 

"Having trouble brother?" Zane asked

Eris looked up from his desk and if looks could kill, Zane would be six feet under. Isabella chuckled.

"What was your matter again?" Eris asked, running a hand through his hair

"We have a dinner planned, so if we're done for today, I'd rather take your brother out." Isabella said stepping in.

Eris looked shocked for a moment but the he nodded.

"Uh..um..Of course." Eris said stumbling on his words as if he was trying to stop the tears from falling.  

He shot the two a small smile before leaving the room running a hand through his already messy soft curls. 

"I'm sure he misses her." Zane said 

"Come on." She said nodding and took his hand before taking him along with her.

They both left the manor, and walked towards the market place, holding hands. 

"Do you miss her?" She asked

"Of course Izzy, she is like a sister, and she is fun, and moreover, she is your friend. And for me, what mattered the most is that she was there for him." Zane said

"Lilliana is a great person, and she's a darling. Once again, she was there for all of us, and your brother took it for granted and supposedly for her safety he left her alone with a maniac. How safe is she there?" Isabella said 

"And you're all very stupid, her magic isn't just only wind and ice, she's a myth Zane, a story in children's books. " Isabella said

She couldn't be, she couldn't-

"What is she?" He asked stopping, turning to face her

"Blóðkveikja." 

He gasped with his eyes wide. 

"You're joking." He said

She shook her head.

"That can't be true. Can it?" he asked

"It is." 

"How do you know?" He asked 

"She told me, she woke up screaming one day, I rushed in asking her and I scared her and she almost killed me." Isabella said shivering as she remembered the occasion

"Shit. Shit. Shit-

"What happened?" Isabella asked

"Don't you know the fate of the Blóðkveikja?" He asked

"Well I don't know, I may not have been schooled properly." She said 

"Its not your fault, this part of the story is usually left out.  The Blood witch dies, and whoever is her mate, doesn't die but the damage it causes, paralyzes the mate. And either she dies for a noble cause or in an act of revenge. And it's up to the witch, the choice is hers to preserve or raze." Zane said