Torn

Chapter Twelve: The Small Gathering.

Cyrus slept soundly in the bed. The small sprite rested on his stomach with a thick fur pulled over his body up to the base of his wings so they were given room to move. The Prince hadn't slept this well in some time, but Victor made him feel safe and truly quite comfortable. Never in a thousand years did Cyrus think that the King would be his eternal love.

Victor was up moving about. It was early morning, and he had decided to surprise his love by catching breakfast and getting everything ready for when he woke. The King had quite a lot on his mind, including how he was going to just hide forever with Cyrus. Which, he already knew would not be the case. With Garth expecting him to had been to his home already, he knew that by now the Lord was already on the hunt for his missing King. Victor was concerned that Garth would not take kindly to Victor's fiance. His nephew had more hate for the magical beings then Victor could had ever held, but with reason. The King sighed deeply as he pulled on the net, 'Why does he make this look so simple?' Victor rolled his eyes lightly as he moved down into the water. The King groaned before rubbing his face, "This is going to be a long morning."

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When Cyrus awoke, he was quick to bounce up. The young male rubbed his eyes before letting out a soft sigh as he looked about. The sprite frowned before he grabbed the king's shirt and slipped it on. "King Victor?" He called out, but all was quiet. Cyrus frowned a bit before lightly tilting his head. He walked forward in the hut before pushing the door open and looking outside. Nothing moved, and no even a bird could be heard chirping. The male frowned as he brushed his fingers through his blonde locks, "My Lord?" Cyrus brought his feet off the ground and fluttered a bit.

Suddenly, a loud crack was heard. Cyrus turned to look towards the large rock that rested in the river bed. He was hesitant at first, but soon he moved forward to take a look at what it may be. He didn't feel right about any of this, and the closer he got, the more nervous he became. Cyrus's heart was pounding in his chest as he moved up the rock to look on the other side.

Cyrus heard a noise behind him. He turned around quickly to see a large soldier moving towards him with a balled fist. The male moved back suddenly. His eyes wide as another soldier came up from behind the rock and grabbed Cyrus's neck, "Lord Garth! We found it! The little monster!"

Garth moved from out behind the tree. His brow raised a he moved towards the three of them and leaned down. His white eyes glazed over as he brought his hand up and rested it on Cyrus's cheek, "Hello, little monster, how might you be?" Garth placed his hand on Cyrus's cheek, "Have we met before? I feel like I recognize those eyes." Garth sneered his lip lightly as he took notice to the shirt, "You're wearing my uncle's clothing." Garth reached down and took hold of the small male's neck. He pulled him up and held his throat tightly. Garth jerked Cyrus towards him and stood, "Where is he, child?"

Cyrus gasped as Garth appeared from behind the tree. His eyes widened as he drew himself back and began to struggle, "L-Let go of me!" He cried out, "Stop!" Cyrus's eyes filled with tears. He felt like a child again. Truly like a small child compared to the larger male. When Garth touched him, Cyrus drew his head back and shook his head nervously, "D-Don't touch m-" Before Cyrus could get his words out, Garth's large hand had encased his neck. The small male gasped as he was lifted from the ground. His wings flapped wildly as he struggled against Garth. His face turning blue as he struggled to breathe.

"GARTH!" Victor yell out as he ran towards them. The King quickly grabbed a hold of Garth's arm and jerked; causing him to drop the water sprite. The fire king's eyes glowed vibrantly as he turned his attention to the male, "Don't you touch him again or I'll have your fucking head!" Victor sneered his lip as he grabbed a hold of the gasping male and pulled him up, "Are you alright, Cyrus?" Victor lifted his chin to look under his neck; the bruising was already quite visible, "God dammit Garth!"

Garth seemed quite confused. He lightly tilted his head. As if he were trying to process what had just happened. The raven haired male ran his fingers through his hair before taking a deep breath, "You're hiding a fugitive, my king? I suppose it's nice to see that you're still in one piece, but the sprite, you haven't killed it?" Garth held his hand up to his guard's. All were ready to jump on the King, but Garth dismissed it, "Why are you protecting it?"

"HIS name is Cyrus. He saved me from that damn village in the valley a few miles from here. They had full intentions on placing my head on a stake, and if I catch you touching him again it will be your head." Victor's eyes were lit like wild fire. He pulled Cyrus up against him and held the smaller male closely.

Cyrus held his neck. His cheeks were soaked with tears. The male wanted to run away, but at this point, he felt the safest place to be was hiding against Victor's chest as the two argued back and forth. His heart was racing. The sprite brought his hands up and covered his face. This wasn't something he had expected so quickly, but clearly Garth had no intentions on leaving without Victor.

"Alright now, let's stop playing house. My King, I suggest it's time for us to depart and head back to my home. We'll arrange for your return carriage in a few weeks after we're able to tend to you. Is that alright? Leave that thing here." Garth had no sympathy; merely swinging his hand up as he turned to his horse and got on, "Come on now."

Victor shook his head, "Cyrus is coming with me, he saved my life. He is a young Prince as well. Sprite or not, he belongs to me." The King let out a low grunt, "He is to be my bride, and your queen."

"My what?"