It was not long after that when Osiris returned.
Isabella was still resting in her room, leaning lazily against the thick furs behind her back while Cyrus sat nearby and Zyran looked as though he was thinking about whether he should peel fruit for her or simply put the whole pouch in her lap and call it a day.
Then the door opened, and Osiris walked in.
The moment Isabella saw his face, she almost laughed.
His earlier anger was gone, but in its place was a pouty expression that made him look exactly like someone who had gone outside to fight, failed to win an argument, and returned with grievances too big for his body.
To put it simply, he looked bullied.
Osiris strode in, stopped in front of Isabella, and said in a deeply aggrieved tone, "He hit me first."
Isabella blinked.
Then she slowly raised her head and looked past him at Zyran, who had followed him in with a face full of innocence that nobody in the room believed.
