Lost in the Path of Fate

Chapter 121 - Control

TW: Chapter contains scenes of manipulation (gaslighting, etc.). Reader discretion is advised.

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The piano abruptly stopped playing the moment the white-haired stranger's gaze landed on him.

"A-Alexander!" Winston called as he immediately rushed towards the man but someone els was quicker.

"Get your hands off of the piano."

A sword was directly pointed at Alexander's neck.

"I... I understand." Alexander carefully removed his fingers from playing the piano and kept them curled in his legs.

Surprise was evident in the stranger's eyes as the sword was pointed at his neck.

"T-Ty!" Winston panicked as well at the sight of his friend and Alexander.

"Who are you and why did you dare play music in Winston's home?!" He raged as his eyebrows were furrowed in anger.

"I apologize-" Alexander stopped speaking when the tip of the sword was trudged towards his neck further and a little bit of blood poured out.

Winston on the other hand audibly gasped when he also saw blood come out of Alexander's neck.

"Tyron! Leave him alone!" He tried to interject between the two but Tyron easily pushed the noble man away without much strength.

"You have committed a violation against the rules imposed by his majesty, the emperor. Your mere presence as a tourist in the empire is already a crime punishable by death!" He spoke in a loud voice and it alerted people who were close by the other rooms.

"A-Alex..." Winston called him but the man named Alexander reverted back into the normal state he was in.

The initial surprise he had due to the sword being pointed at his neck was now gone. Instead, a calm and serene expression was plastered in his face.

That angered Tyron more as he inched the sword's hilt closer and more blood came pouring out of Alexander's neck down to the robe he wore.

The feather-like white rob was now stained with the drops of blood from the stranger and it was making Winston freak out.

But he couldn't help Alexander right now seeing that the crown prince of the empire already had his sword piercing his neck.

His delicate, porcelain skin was bleeding.

"I know and admit the things I have done, your highness." Alexander lowered his head and the hair clips sparkled when the lamp's light shone through it.

The sword's blade dug further and Alexander obviously flinched when he lowered his head.

That made Tyron hesitate.

"I simply missed the moments I played the instrument for I have been travelling to many places now. I never had the chance to play again." The man explained and Tyron squinted his eyes at the said traveler.

"And Count Winston was generous enough to let me inside his estate after I was wandering through the borders of the empire hungry and in need of shelter."

Would he even be considered starved at this moment?

One jewelry attached in his body would be enough to sustain him for his entire life if he sold it.

"Ty! Bring your sword down! It was me who accepted Alexander in my mansion now, right? I should be the one getting punished!"

That hit Tyron pretty hard since he retracted the blade slightly.