"YOU KISS MY BROTHER, SIANNA!!!" Maxwell, yelled at his lover.

"Why? Why did you betray me like this? You can choose any one ! My brother!! " he cried out in desperation.

Maxwell had caught Sianna and his own brother in a passionate embrace. The sight shattered his heart, leaving only one question burning in his mind—"Why?" He repeated it again, the single word laced with pain and disbelief.

Maxwell's loyal soldiers watched the scene unfold from the narrowly opened doorway. They observed their heroic commander brought low by the heartbreak of a woman's infidelity. He looks angry he wasn't sad.

The room felt constricted, the walls closing in on Maxwell as he grappled with this devastating betrayal. All he had left were the echoes of that agonizing question—"Why?"—ringing in the heavy silence.

The woman, Sianna, stood before Maxwell without a trace of shame. Her expression was cold, unaffected by his anguished cries. "It is your fault, not mine. Don't you dare put the blame on me, you don't love me. You just promise to your mom to protect me tats why you are wıth me . At least he said he loved me." Sianna said, her tone harsh and unapologetic. "This is your fault that  I kiss him , because it's your fault. You make me "



Maxwell stood in silence, he just look at her face with disappointment.

"That tramp! How can he do this?" muttered Bell, one of Maxwell's loyal soldiers, watching the scene unfold.

"I don't know why he loves her. She's always doing this," Eliza said, shaking her head.

"It's always the same—they break up, have a fight, and she tries to make our lord jealous so he'll apologize, and they make up," Ted chimed in.

"But she's gone too far this time. Kissing his brother? I don't think he'll forgive either of them," Jake remarked grimly.

"Shall we bet??" Ted asked.

As they discussed the disastrous turn of events, betting on the outcome of Maxwell and Sianna's tumultuous relationship, a sarcastic voice suddenly interrupted them.

"Can I get in on the betting too?" The voice belonged to Amara, a woman who always seemed to appear at the worst possible moments.

Ted looked at her, instantly regretting having invited Amara to join their speculation. "Uh, of course," he said, a tinge of dread in his tone.

"What is this scene? Ah, I see now," Amara said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "So, how was the show? Did you have fun watching the spectacle? Is the captain playing his part well?" She paused, her gaze scrutinizing the silent soldiers. "Silence, huh? So you did enjoy the display of your suffering commander's pain."

The soldiers fell silent, their expressions a mixture of embarrassment and sadness. They knew they had made a mistake in indulging in the personal drama unfolding before them, rather than showing empathy for their suffering commander.

"You are supposed to be his trusted soldiers, yet you find amusement in his pain," Amara continued, her disappointment palpable. "Have you no shame? ?"

The soldiers averted their gaze, unable to meet Amara's accusatory stare. They knew they had betrayed the trust placed in them by their leader, and the weight of their mistake weighed heavily upon them.

"Ethan, you can give them punishment as you see fit," Amara said, her tone stern.

"Yes, ma'am," Ethan replied.

"Leave now," Amara commanded the soldiers, who immediately began to walk away, their heads hung low in shame.

However, just as the soldiers were about to leave, Amara reached out and held Ethan's arm, stopping him. "Hey, I bet on them breaking up," she said, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

Ethan couldn't help but smile at her words. "Still have hope, huh?" he asked.

"Of course, I'm a dreamer," Amara replied, a hint of playfulness in her voice.