Legacy of the Dark Sage
When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down. The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped. Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown. A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him. At least that's what most people thought... "I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...." Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.
Not Her
Kyran raised his brows after Haylee finished speaking. Then he chuckled while shaking his head and said, "Let's get something straight, princess."
He looked her straight in the eyes and smiled mischievously.
"I don't have to prove myself," he said, "In the first place, I am not the one trying to get the Royal Family to get my services."
If Vera or Rhys were still here, with the latter regaining consciousness, they would have berated Kyran for his disrespectful tone.
But since Malek and Noir were the only ones with them, even when they thought Kyran was being disrespectful, they remained silent. Not because they tolerated his attitude, but because they also thought his argument was valid.