Aethelfrith's POV
"Who is she?" Crimson asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Tyramon walked towards me smiling, "it was Bella on the phone." she locked my hands in hers.
"What is going on here? What is the meaning of this?" Crimson asked, her expression and voice filled with anger. I kept quiet contemplating the answer to give.
"Aethelfrith" she shouted, "I am talking to you." I could see and hear the hurt in her voice, I needed to say something before father interferes.
I separated my hand from Tyramon's hand. "Crimson, this is Tyramon, my friend" the smile on Tyramon's face instantly turned to confusion, my heart broke at the sight.
"A friend?" Crimson asked, not believing what I had just said.
As I watched Crimson's tear-filled eyes and listened to the pain in her voice, my heart s
