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"I was joking. Okay?" Loftbrok burst out into laughter, holding her tightly. "You remind me of someone from the past." Loftbrok scoffed, reminiscing about the past.

"Talking about your past lovers in front of your wife is a taboo." Sia remarked.

" She was not my lover. Just someone whose fate played a cruel game with. By now, she may have already lost to it." Loftbrok sighed, thinking about that egoistic woman who fought with the whole Cytherea just to make sure her sister doesn't get played by others.

Whoever she was, he could never forget that face, and those grey eyes. It still haunts him. Eyes which were serene and devoid of anything yet that sent shivers down his spine.

The lady with grey eyes, that was the moniker for her.

"Fate?"

"Mmh, it was the day when you were giving birth. She was the one who caused the disruption, gave me the scar." Loftbrok gazed at the scar in his forearm, from the palm of his hand to the elbow.