Torn

Chapter Ten: Cyrus's Thoughts.

Cyrus was quite surprised with the king's sudden proposal. His brow raised as he gave the King a rather shy look, "Your bride?" He stated. The sprite shifted lightly in the water. His cheeks darkened at the thought of being a bride. The blonde turned his attention away before giving a soft shake of his head, "You wish for a sprite to marry you? A young male?" His turquoise eyes glistened softly as he gave a light nudge against Victor's cheek, "Why would you want that now?"

Victor's hand danced about in the water. The King hummed softly before giving a light shrug of his shoulders, "I have fallen for you, Cyrus. You are such a pure being. I-" He paused for a moment before he began to wash the Prince with the sweet nectar, "I couldn't see myself letting someone hurt you. I wish to care for you, Cyrus. I want you to be my eternal lover." Victor took hold of the small male and held him close. He kissed tenderly down his shoulder, "I won't let anyone hurt you so long as you'll have me."

Cyrus gasped softly. He shook his head lightly. His cheeks darkened at the thought. He shifted against Victor, "It's not you that I'm afraid of, my lord." It was his nephew. Cyrus had watched Garth murder his parents. The image was still locked in his brain and clearly, wasn't leaving.  The young male gave a nervous shrug of his shoulders before letting out a soft moan. Cyrus's mind was blurred for a moment, "Victor, your nephew, I-I don't want anything to do with him. He and I, we have a very bad past with one another. He would remember me, my lord, and that would be the end of me." Cyrus seemed scared. His wings gave a gentle flutter in the water, "I do have faith that you won't hurt me, but him, I believe the first chance he got he would have my head." Cyrus was clearly afraid. He shifted lightly before pulling his arms against his chest, "I don't want to go there."

Victor was quite surprised by Cyrus's answer. He brought his hands down and wrapped them around Cyrus, "Darling, Garth will not lay a hand on you. He knows that messing with things that I call mine end in a bloody fight, and me as the winner." Victor leaned back and lightly trailed his fingers through the blonde's hair, "You saved me, and I will return the favor." Victor grinned. He leaned down and pressed his lips tenderly against Cyrus's collar bone, "But who says I cannot love you as well?" The King pulled the smaller male close against him. He let out a deep sigh. The male leaned back quietly before looking over the sprite. Victor shook his head lightly. He understood that Cyrus was afraid. The red head wanted to return home, but not without Cyrus," You have time to reconsider what you would like, darling. Until then, I only want to worry about one thing."

Cyrus looked at his hands. His thumbs danced around one another quietly as the young male listened to Victor. As Victor commented that Cyrus was his property of sorts. The blonde's cheeks darkened as Victor's lips locked with the Prince's own. He smiled softly before wrapping his arms around the other male's shoulders. After that quiet moment, Cyrus gave a light shake of his head and began to get up and grip the sides of the tub, "Hmm? What might that be?" He sighed softly and lightly tilted his head, "I'll make sure to think about it, Victor."

"The only thing I'm worried about it making sure that you're happy, love." The king leaned down and kissed the side of his neck. The large male picked up Cyrus and carried him to the bed. He laid him down and looked over at the pile of furs. 'I really hurt him. I should of calmed down.' Victor sneered his lip lightly and let out a deep sigh. His ember eyes lit up brightly as he looked at the bloody bedding. He cleaned up the mess and rolled up the bloody fur. The redhead grabbed his tethered shirt and placed it under Cyrus's waist to help with any bleeding mess. Victor walked over and sat down next to Cyrus.  "Prince, you never answered my question, will you be my bride? Let me take you as my immortal queen?" The King placed his hand on Cyrus's cheek.

Cyrus gasped as he was picked up out of the water. His arms wrapped tightly around the King's neck before he curled closely against him, "A-ah, careful." The blonde's cheeks flushed. He breathed heavily as he shifted against the large male. Cyrus knew that Victor felt bad for hurting him, but the Prince had wanted it. Once Cyrus had heard the King ask about marriage once again, Cyrus gave a shy shrug, "It is quite soon to be discussing marriage, my lord, isn't it?" The male looked up at Victor. His cheeks flushed darkly. He rolled on his side tiredly. Cyrus couldn't help but think about it. He felt like Victor had always been there, "I would like to stay with you forever, if you make me your queen, then we will be one? Garth will not hurt me?" Cyrus hadn't taken it into thought until he mentioned it. Marriage would make Cyrus near untouchable. At least, by Garth. He did have a love for the King. His heart was opening up to him, and Cyrus loved it. The sprite hadn't felt this way before.

The blonde leaned up and placed his hand on Victor's cheek. He leaned in and gently placed his lips against Victor's, "We will be one then. I will wed you, my lord." His heart was racing. His cheeks flushed as he looked down at the fire. The rain had ceased, and the fire, was nothing but hot coals. Both of them had fallen quiet as they listened.

Victor smiled softly, "Call me Victor, love."