Torn

Chapter Thirteen: The Fairy's Fear.

Garth walked towards the King and the Prince. His eyes seemed to darken at the thought. The tall male walked back and forth in a odd manner as he looked over the two of them. The raven haired male's look was cold and heartless. Garth didn't seem very pleased at this point of time. His eyes though, never left Cyrus. They were locked firmly on the small male as he continued to gasp for air after Garth had locked his hand around it with intentions on suffocating the Prince to death, "Do I know you from somewhere, sprite? Your markings are so...familiar." The male clearly wasn't happy, and he made that clear. He spoke calmly, as if he were trying to make small talk in front of the King, but his voice has little interest except for finding out where Cyrus had come from, and how he had managed to hide for so long. After a moment, his gaze finally lifted off Cyrus and went back to Victor, "Saved you? This creature is most likely the reason that you nearly got your head split down the middle." He curled his fist as he walked back and forth, "Are you sure that thing doesn't have you in a trance?"

Cyrus seemed to completely ignore every word that Garth had. The young male had no interest in hearing anything he had to say. The blonde was lost in his own world of horror. Memories of the past flooded his mind as he felt Garth's dead gaze set on him. As Garth asked if the two of them had met before, Cyrus quickly gave a nervous shake of his head. The water sprite couldn't get his mouth to work. It felt as if someone was holding his mouth shut. The male still felt as if he were suffocating, "I-I did save him, my lord." Cyrus sulked. He glanced up nervously at the larger male. His lower lip quivered as he leaned against Victor, "I don't want to hurt anyone, my lord." Cyrus felt frozen. His legs trembled beneath him as the two of them spoke. The Prince had never thought he would see Garth again, and still be alive this long to simply speak to one another.

Victor held Cyrus close against him. He brought himself to stand and held the small male closely against him, "I'm going back home, and he's going with me. You understand that? Fetch a horse, we'll ride back ourselves." The red head held Cyrus close against him. He didn't have interest in anyone else touching him, "Cyrus has me under no trance, Garth. The sprite has cared for me since he found me. I'm taking the Prince as my wife, and I will not hear another word out of you about it."

Garth wasn't one to upset Victor. In fact, no one enjoyed remotely pissing him off. Though, the raven haired male had never seen him so attached to another person, even himself. Garth gave a light shrug of his shoulders, "You'll have to return to my home with me for supplies, and do you honestly believe Farwood is going to let you anywhere near the kingdom with something that YOU forbid? People are afraid of those damned things, and you know it!" Garth shook his head, "Return to my castle until your people can be notified. Perhaps you can even go to make a explanation on your sudden change of heart, my king. Let them know that their fearful ruler is wedding a little sprite Prince. See how that goes for you." Garth motioned for his guard's to follow him, "I'm not waiting."

Victor tensed. The male's eyes lit up at Garth's comment. He held Cyrus close against him; giving a stubborn shake of his head, "That's enough, Garth!" The male's markings began to glow as a rage boiled up inside him, "As your king, I forbid you to say any more of the Prince in that tone. I know what I've done, but I can reap what I sew." Victor watched Garth walk off. The male shook his head lightly as he moved towards Garth, "Wait! We'll go. I'll be able to explain more to you when we're somewhere safer."

Garth threw his hand up as he walked towards his horse, "Yes, because the first thing I want you to do is bring it- I mean, Prince Cyrus is welcome in my home at any time my king." Garth seemed tense, and once Victor had threatened him his demeanor seemed to change quickly. The raven haired male pulled himself up on the horse before giving a light pull on the reigns, "Hurry and pack, I don't want to be out here any longer then I need to be."

Victor carried Cyrus inside and quickly closed the door. He set the small male down before taking his cheeks into his hands, "Are you alright? Did he touch you?'' The male lifted Cyrus's chin to look at the bruising on his neck. Victor sneered his lip lightly before wrapping his arm around the small male and pulling him close, "Calm down."

Cyrus was hysterical. His breathing was heavy as he attempted to catch his breath. His cheeks were soaked with tears. Cyrus shook his head no and continued to do so, "Don't make m-me leave here, Victor. Please. I don't want to go anywhere where Garth is. H-he knows who I am." Cyrus pressed his hands against his face, "He wants to kill me." Cyrus held on tightly to Victor's arm, "I-I don't want to die, Victor." The blonde rambled. His eyes were dark as he spoke. Not by any means was he happy about this. His body quivered as he spoke, "P-Please."

Victor shook his head, "Cyrus I will not leave your side, darling, but Garth was correct. If I took you back to my home in the City of Farwood, they would have your head. It is my fault that they are so afraid, but I want to change that. If I leave you here by yourself, one of those soldiers could come in the middle of the night and kill you. Cyrus, we have to go with him now." Victor brought his hands up and gently held on to his lover's cheeks. The red head was afraid for his fiance. Victor had never seen such fear until today, and for the first time in a long time, the King was disgusted by it, "Let me keep my promise to protect you, Cyrus. I-I can't do that when I'm not with you." Victor was sincere as he continued to hush and attempt to calm the Prince, "We will leave there as soon as we can, alright?" Victor gently brushed his fingers against the small male's wet cheeks, "Please calm down, darling. I have you." The King wrapped his arm around Cyrus before pulling him into a tight embrace. The large male held him closely against his chest as he breathed quietly, "I won't let him hurt you so long as I'm there."

Cyrus slowly calmed down as Victor spoke to him. As much as the young male hated it, he knew that he no longer had a choice in the matter. He was found, and whether he liked it or not this was no longer home. The sprite gave a nervous flutter of his wings. He leaned in and hugged the male tightly. Cyrus's mind was left in a state of blur. None of this seemed real anymore. The Prince felt like he was lost in a eternal loop where the only thing that waited around the corner, was fear. Finally, Cyrus gave a nervous nodd before grabbing his small bag, "L-let's hurry then.."

The male leaned his head back. Everything was quiet except for Garth. The male could be heard yelling outside the small hut, "Come on, Uncle! We shouldn't stay here long! I don't feel like smelling nothing but burnt corpse!"