Dear Immortal Tyrant

A few minutes later, a team of senior doctors came in to inspect her. The treatment given to a VIP was unlike any other. They cared for every little detail, made sure she was as comfortable and relaxed as she could be, and catered to her every whim.

Lina didn't know how to react. It had been a while since she was given this luxury treatment. In her years of college as a normal person, everyone treated her the same. There was no special treatment and she loved that. 

Finally, after multiple brain scans and tests had been run on her, the doctor deemed she was alright, but might need physical therapy to get her body working properly.

Lina watched through the small, long window in the doorway. She could see Kaden's broad shoulders as he spoke to someone. His voice was level, but she knew his eyes were threatening. He always had indifferent features, but his eyes spoke volumes.

"What did you tell the doctors?" Lina asked.

Kaden strutted into the room. His footsteps were powerful. It always drew attention. No one could deny his authority. No one could deny how charismatic he was. 

"To keep their mouths shut," Kaden responded.

Kaden straightened his suit jacket. Lina saw the glimpse of a gun strapped to his hips. She pretended not to see it. 

"DeHaven Conglomerate… how did you manage to become their Young Master?" Lina asked again.

Lina remembered his vague answers about crossing paths with someone. Could it be the true heir of the DeHaven Conglomerate? What if he had the heir hostage? Her face paled. 

"I've told you, a good friend—"

"I want the full detailed story," Lina interjected.

Today was going to be a day of questions and answers. Lina was going to get to the bottom of this. There would be more people than just her grandmother questioning Kaden's background. Lina didn't care what other people thought of him, but she wanted to know the truth. She needed to prepare herself for the future.

"House DeHaven isn't as blessed as the Yang Clan with sons," Kaden began.

Kaden took a seat by her bedside. He took an apple from the fruit basket, then a knife from the drawers, and a plate to peel her some fruit.

"As you know, they only have two sons," Kaden stated.

Lina slowly blinked. House DeHaven had more sons, but none possessed the direct surname of DeHaven. But did that matter if Kaden didn't even possess DeHaven blood?

"The oldest has a child," Kaden murmured. "A little girl. Her name is Hazel. She goes to the most elite and private school in Wraith. I never thought he'd be the overprotective father, but he moved all the way to the end of the world for her."

"And the mother?" Lina asked.

Kaden silently peeled the apple in a single strand. He watched the ringlets fall. 

"Kidnapped, tortured, and murdered," Kaden muttered. "As you know, House DeHaven dabbled in dangerous things at one point. Now, they're clearing their name by starting businesses one after the other."

Lina swallowed hard. She didn't need to know why the mother was murdered. Hazel's mother was a liability. A weakness to the oldest Dehaven Heir. Thus, she was brutally killed.

"So he's overprotective because of what happened to the mother…" Lina trailed off.

Kaden sliced the apple with a pensive expression. "I knew her. She was a good woman. Loving and endearing. Hazel resembles her. The one and only weakness the oldest had was her. He was willing to do anything to keep her safe."

Lina's heart went out for the oldest heir. She did not know his name.

"He's an Immortal," Kaden suddenly said.

Lina's head snapped up. WHAT?!

"In this world, there have been three known accounts of a Golden Rose," Kaden stated. "Priscilla being the first. The second was the one he deflowered. As for the third? There were rumors that the Queen of Wraith is the third, but it has not been confirmed."

Lina didn't want it to be confirmed. When one was Queen to such a large country, who'd dare touch her?

"Was Hazel's mother—"

"No, she was a normal human girl," Kaden stated. "He believed she was the reincarnation of his past lover. I've known that man for centuries and never seen him fall so in love with a woman. The heartless bastard developed a heart just for her."

Lina could imagine how beautiful and tragic their love story was. 

"And the last son?" Lina asked.

"Chronic illness," Kaden responded. "He's been bedridden since he was a little boy. Too much strain on him can lead to a stroke."

"So House DeHaven has no heirs," Lina whispered.

"House DeHaven are no strangers to immortal beings," Kaden began. "After your second life ended in another tragic love story, I encountered Hazel's father again. We both thought we were dead, but here we were, in the early nineteen hundreds."

Lina slowly blinked. She recalled what he told her. In every lifetime, she was rich. He mentioned he gave up on life shortly after becoming King and wandered the lands. Which meant… before he met the wealthy House DeHaven, he must've been a normal person. Any rich family in that era would never allow their daughter to marry the poor.

"At that time, House DeHaven was struggling with turf, land, and imports. I worked behind the curtains, until we had built enough wealth to last us generations," Kaden told her.

"I'm surprised no one snitched about you and Hazel's father's immortality," Lina responded.

Kaden didn't say anything. He passed the plate of sliced apples for her. Then, he began to work on the large yellow pears. They were juicy and semi-sweet, filled with nutrients.

"Only a selected handful of people were allowed to see the true mastermind behind House Dehaven," Kaden stated.

"Oh."

"House DeHaven once served me in my regime as Second King of Ritan, but once I found a suitable heir for the throne, an orphaned boy of a fallen house raised by me, I departed the country," Kaden informed her.

Lina bit into the apple slices, her eyes widening at the tart and sweet taste. It freshened her up instantly. She quickly chewed, enjoying the crisp fruit. Her shoulders relaxed at how delicious the bite was.

"Imagine my surprise when I encountered a boy who was once neglected in House DeHaven around the same time I left the country, but he had grown into a fine gentleman who didn't age," Kaden muttered.

Kaden narrowed his eyes on the fruit, wishing he could stab that cheeky bastard. Though, it'd make Hazel sad. Damn that little girl. Hazel reminded him of the Eighth Princess of Ritan.

"Starting from the early nineteen hundreds, decades have passed and House DeHaven has flourished into the large conglomerate that we are now. All because of my mastermind working behind the curtains," Kaden stated.

Kaden settled the sliced pear onto a different plate for her. He smiled in approval at the sight of the clean apple plate. He exchanged the empty platter with the filled one.

"Now eat," Kaden instructed her. "You need light food in your system for the next few days. Your liquid can only be hot or lukewarm as well."

Lina pressed her lips together. She wished there could be a moment where she could take care of him. He had always done his hardest to ensure she was functioning like an actual human. So much so, that she wished he'd relax and let her take the reins.

"You've told me so much," Lina said.

Lina took the plate from his hands. "Then, it's my turn to tell you of the childhood I've fully remembered.. The one that ruined everything."