Torn

Chapter Fifteen: Trophies.

Cyrus walked quietly next to Victor. The halls were long, and quiet. A vibrant red carpet ran down every hall and in to each room. The walls were red oak logs. Each with razored markings carved in. Some with stories, and all quite lovely. They were covered in pictures, weapons, and trophies. Including sets of sprite wings.

The young male kept his head low as he walked through the large hall. Cyrus didn't have any interest in looking up. His heart was racing in his chest, and the only thing that seemed to be on his mind was crying or his wings being placed on the wall with the rest of the collection. He pressed his hands against his chest as they made their way through quietly, "Victor, where can I rest?" Cyrus felt he needed away from everyone. It had been so long since he had even been around this many people. Even if they weren't speaking to him, the blonde could feel their eyes follow him. He was out of place for them, and belong on the wall. The Prince's mind had been left in a blur. He sighed deeply before shaking his head, "My lord, can we get in another room, please?" The young male followed quickly behind him. He tried to keep up with him.

Victor sighed softly. The King took hold of the younger male's hand and  pulled him over to the door to their room and shut the door quickly. He grabbed the male's shoulders and pulled him closely against him. The red head kissed his forehead tenderly before falling back on the large bed with him with a rough thud, "You need to relax, Cyrus. Garth won't even come down this hall. I forbid it." Victor smiled softly as he took hold of the snowy blonde male's hip, "He isn't going to lay a hand on you, understand that?" Victor rubbed his hip lightly, "Garth has no say over what happens to you. You are mine, not his." Victor leaned in and pressed down against his Prince. His markings began to glow lightly as he pressed his chest firmly against Cyrus's own. He kissed him softly before he rolled over and pulled Cyrus up against him, "Besides, Garth should know better then to touch a king's fiance." Victor winked. The male grinned lightly as he cocked his head, "He knows his limits." The King seemed confident in his words "Stop calling me your lord, I won't tell you again." Victor's brow raised. His eyes flashed a virbrant ember yellow as he brought his hand up and rested it on the porcelain male's cheek, "You're my little light. Don't go out on me."

Cyrus looked at him. He gasped softly; his cheeks darkened as he was pulled back  against the bed, "G-Gah! Make up your mind where you want me, love." His cheeks darkened as Victor held his firmly against his own. The Prince winced before shutting his eyes tightly. He listened to Victor talk; his voice was deep, dominant, and truly left him melted in pieces, "I'm relaxed when I'm with you, but I don't want to be alone with Garth." Cyrus turned his attention from Victor's. His eyes swelled with tears as he shifted beneath Victor, "Y-you knew he had those trophies, those are sprite wings, p-parts of my people. I-I don't like it here. I'm scared." Cyrus wrapped his arms tightly against his shoulders. As Victor mentioned not allowing Garth to touch him, Cyrus giggled softly. He leaned his head back and gave a light nodd of his head. His body quivered lightly as he placed his hands against Victor's cheeks, "Good, because I don't want to be with him for even a moment longer then I must be. His eyes, they are cold when they rest on me." Cyrus sighed softly as he rested closely against him. All he wanted was sleep at this point. Garth had told them to sleep until dinner. They had been rudely awoken, and both still seemed quite tired, "I-I'll make sure to call you Victor then as well, love." He bowed his head lightly before closing his eyes and resting his head against Victor's chest.

Victor pulled him close as he began to cry. The King couldn't help any of the things that hung in the walls. King or not, he was a guest, and some rules did apply to him as well. He sighed softly. Victor wiped Cyrus's cheeks as he cried. The male gave a light shake of his head and sighed, "I cannot do anything about those, Cyrus. You know that. Garth was willing to let you stay here and that is quite a jump for him now. As it is for you. We have to work with each other if you two are to get along. Things will be explained, but it will have to be given time. I won't leave you alone with him. I'll try my best to keep that from happening love."

Cyrus breathed softly. He leaned up and laid tiredly against the king as he spoke. The two began to ease down the longer they rested in the warmth of the sheets with one another. He took a soft breath as he nuzzled closely to Victor. Soon, both began to doze. Though, a light knock came from the door, followed by a voice.

"Uncle? A word in private?"