Obey Me

7. Aaron Fitz

She couldn't stand it anymore.

"Ugh....!"

Kyrie got up and stood to run out. People didn't catch her. They just watched Kyrie stagger and run away.

Kyrie breathed when she finally reached the small garden between the buildings. Even though the heat rose all the way to the tip of her head and she broke in sweat, her whole body was cold with fear, and she was going insane.

She had nothing to eat, but vomit came out. She lifted her head while struggling on the tree and continually nauseating. The moon was floating in the sky. It was like her gaze looking at herself, so Kyrie became nauseous again.

"Lady! What happened, what happened......!"

MarryAnne, who ran late, patted her on the back. She took leaves from her sleeve and glued them to Kyrie's body, but it was of no use because it was a psychological problem.

"M-MarryAnne will bring water and medicine!"

MarryAnne sobbed out of the garden.

Only then did Kyrie remain completely alone. Only then did the tension seem to be relieved. She sat on the bench with her cold sweaty body. She still trembled all over.

'I'm afraid.'

It was her first time feeling this way. It was something she had never felt when she first stepped out into society.

'Everyone wants me here.'

She could read it from their eyes. Everyone said only good things, but no one said it with really good intentions.

Half of the people who were jealous of Kyrie's position and half of the people who didn't want her to come out of the palace forever. Their eyes were transparent swords and stabbed her.

"Sigh...."

She pulled over the hair that stuck to her wet forehead. Tears seemed to come out. She knew she had to go back, but she couldn't fall off. The head hanging from the exhausted body fell.

Rustle.

Then, she heard someone's footsteps. Kyrie looked up like a frightened herbivore.

"Huh?"

It was a young guard who walked out of the shadows made by trees with a surprised voice. Clear, innocent brown eyes, with spears.

"You...."

Kyrie's eyes were blurred. She couldn't ignore it. The boy was dressed in the same clothes as the bodies that were scattered in the snow.

"You are the companion of those that were killed by Nataniel......."

Kyrie whispered involuntarily and smiled in confusion.

"Are you here to kill me?"

The boy's face was frighteningly stiff. He was also seen putting a strain on his hand holding the spear. The boy stared at Kyrier with very confused eyes for a while. Then he grabbed the spearhead one more time and came up with a determined look.

"You're Kyrie Buchanan, aren't you?"

Kyrie looked up at the boy with clear eyes. The boy spoke sullenly.

"You're not supposed to be here......."

Kyrie blinked at the unexpected response. The boy looked around and said with an anxious look.

"You're not...... with another person"

It was only a short time, but when referring to "the another person," the boy's eyes sparkled. Kyrie shook her head.