He grabbed her arm, tugging lightly at a subtle draw back.
"Can I ask you a question?", he humbly implored, in a gentle tone so enchanting it could make one forget ones own name.
"Y-yes, my lord", she stammered a reply, obviously a bit flustered or maybe just scared.
His wrap was warm and loose, soft and pleasurable but seemed to spark a sense of discomfort in her.
He asked once more, palpably unable to read her expression. "What is your name?", he asked innocently, unknowingly still ringing her wrist.
Another thing:
Despite being a world-class genius, another great superpower he possessed was the one to be awesomely naive.
An infant could be tested to be less clueless than he ever would be.
His intentions were pure and sincere. He just wasn't that kind of guy. He possessed no evil intention behind that immaculate face of his but by asking that question he unexpectedly revealed a truth that kept the maid in seconds of shock.
"My name?", she asked in a more questioning and confused look than the answering one he'd expected.
She casted her gaze onto his handsome face, sorrowful for the loss she thought he'd experienced.
"You don't know my name?", she questioned again to be sure.
"Am I suppose to?", he said instantly realizing what she was reacting to.
But before he had the chance to attempt a believable explaination, someone crashed into the room swinging the doors open on both sides.
It was a boy around his age, dark smooth hair, armed with a deadly looking crimson suit which seemed to draw its hue from that of his glistening eyes and lastly fine tuned with wide grin that shocked like a live wire.
"Argh!" Zayn's head surge once more with excruciating pain as his vision landed onto the young lad.
That was Xavier Blaze. The second child born to the prestigious Blaze family. He had of recent just awakened three elements – lighting, fire and darkness and was just coming down to call his little brother out for dinner.
Zayn immediately knew this too as the intense headache flooded away.
On spotting the young prodigy, Grace– the maid quickly pulled her arm away from Zayn's hand and folded them behind her back, just before Xavier could sight it.
"Well don't you like making trouble, Zayn" , Xavier smiled, nodding wryly in sore ominousness, casting them into a whirlwind of confusion.
Zayn felt something off with this guy and it wasn't just how strong he was or his grotesque expressions.
Something sinister that he couldn't explain but knew 'old him' could but just wished that his memory didn't have a mind of its own.
Grace didn't just feel it too but assured it as well. Her face fell, hanging with inexpressible fear.
But luckily for her, his nod was about something else, more vile but not the current misinterpretation but yet to be revealed.
"Lord, Xavier. You're welcome. I have attended to Master Zayn's wounds and was just about to take my leave. Am I excus–"
"Of course you are. I need some alone time with my bro anyways", he happily replied.
'Master?', Zayn noticed.
One of the things that scared Grace the most about Xavier was how polite and elegant he masked himself but beneath that dirty rug was something that she rather never think about.
She could only envisage whatever business he had to do with Zayn.
He walked up slowly towards him, cornering round his bed to take a sit next to him.
"How are your wounds. I see they've healed completely. Good for you", he displayed sympathy.
"I just came here to give a little advice to my special prat." He paused for moment then continued in a ominous whisper. "Good bye."
Almost immediately another figure stepped into the room. "Hey, I hope your not teasing the poor guy again give the guy some rest," a similar looking guy chimed in.
They were so similar that the only noticable difference between the two were the colour of their suits and eyes.
While Xavier's was red, Max –both their eldest brother was blue.
"You know me just giving the guy some spirit and motivation."
'Motivation? For what?'
"Ya, I do know you. So I'm almost sure you haven't told him about dinner", he discerned knowing his brother excellently well.
"I was just getting there," Xavier brushed.
"Ya you were," he sarcastically said before walking closer to Zayn and laying his own piece of advice.
"I know things aren't looking great for you right now know but you have our word that no matter what we'll always be brothers", Max endorsed.
'What is going on?'
He was in a bit confused and just lightly felt the chill breeze of fear.
As the two left the room, Max went out first and just before Xavier could walk through the door he smirked dubiously at Zayn.
Well at least, he knew who liked and didn't like him which just got him wondering how 'Zayn' was like.
He needed to play it cool to avoid throwing more iron in he fire, like he didn't already have a lot on his hand or did he? Sureity of the ordeal still wasn't lucid at the moment.
And he also had to look for a way to keep Grace shut about what he'd told her.
But he wouldn't worry much about that.
Her spilling will not only disbenefit him but most likely not favour her as well as she was suppose to be 'Zayn's' caretaker.
Well whatever it is he was synthesizing, he did have time for that again as dinner wasn't the only thing waiting for him on the table.
He got off the bed, washed up clean and groomed himself.
As he peered into the mirror, he realized something else.
That Max, Xavier and himself were triplets.
But there was keen distinction in his appearance from theirs.
A clean white steak cut across the front of his head, along with his grey eyes aside from that they were exact duplicates of each other.
He didn't mull much over it as he wasn't sure what to expect down there so mingling rage along probably wasn't the best idea.
He dressed quickly and raced downstairs to the table where the rest of his family awaited him.