Torn

Chapter Sixteen: Discussions.

Victor left the room quietly as Cyrus slept. The red headed male gave a light roll of his shoulders before turning his attention to Garth, "I thought we've talked about this. I don't want you coming down this hall." Victor's eyes lit up as he spoke, "Cyrus is still afraid to be near you, and he needs that respect." Victor leaned back and crossed his arms. The male shook his head lightly, "What do you want, Garth?"

The white eyed male listened. He didn't make any sort of movement; merely shrugging at the mention of Cyrus. "I have no intentions on killing your queen, my king. This will be the only time I come down this tainted hallway, I assure you. If anything I should be excited that you finally took a bride, even if it's a little water sprite." Garth huffed. The male knew that he was next in line for the throne after Victor. The Lord brushed his fingers through his raven black hair before gesturing Victor to follow, "We have royal things to discuss, including how this will work."

Victor tilted his head lightly; seeming confused by Garth's comment. He rolled his eyes lightly before giving a light shake of his head, "Cyrus isn't tainted, Garth. There are things I know now that I never did before. What we know, is what we were raised to learn, you understand that?" Victor followed Garth down the hall and stopped at the door at the end to talk. "I expected to rest as you requested before anymore of this nonsense about Cyrus. He is staying here and that's final. Like you, I can have any royal blood of my choosing, and Cyrus is clearly of royal blood. What do you have against him, hmm? He cannot get pregnant and you are still the heir to the throne. Is that not enough?"

The male gave a light shrug of his shoulders. He crossed his arms before sitting down in a chair, "Water Sprites male or female can carry children. I've seen it myself a few times." Garth sat down, "How do you know he cannot bare? We would have to rid him of it." Garth seemed content on hurting the young male. He crossed his arms lightly, "The ciztens would go to war with us. This entire country would rebel against you." Garth shook his head. "You are going to get yourself killed."

Victor had heard rumors of fairy male's becoming fertile, but he had never actually seen it. The King let out a deep sigh before shaking his head, "I am the King, nephew, and if we were to have a child then that would be our heir. The only reason you were given this is because I have no children." Victor tensed lightly as the raven haired male mentioned his citizens, "They will learn with time. Cyrus isn't going anywhere. He has no reason to hurt anyone." Victor didn't enjoy Garth's opinion on the matter. He shifted lightly before leaning back against the wall. Victor ignored the comment about Cyrus. He wasn't interested in the topic any longer.

Garth hit the side of the wall and yelled out, "God dammit, Uncle!" The male took a step forward, "You would bed something like that? A creature that destroyed our own family? Your mother? My father, your own brother!" The male shook his head as he pointed down the hall, "The only reason he hasn't killed you yet is because his mind is innocent. Let him learn what he can do, and you will have your lungs filled with water as quickly as their's did!" Garth was beyond furious. He leaned back against the wall, "You've been corrupted." He shook his head lightly before crossing his arms.  Garth clearly wasn't happy about any of this, and seemed to have only one thing in mind, "Did you hit your head when you ran from those peasants?"

Victor's eyes lit up. He grabbed should of Garth's jacket and shoved him back against the wall. He sneered his lip lightly as he held the other male firmly, "That man who killed my mother was a drunken mess who had false allegations and we both know that. He wanted revenge for the death of his own family. Why couldn't we stop?" Victor took a deep breath, "I don't want to hear another word about him." The king's markings lit up. The two locked eyes with one another as Victor spoke, "He has not harmed anyone. He is special, and you know dam good and well you see it to. I don't care what you think, but I not allow you to insult him in my presence. Whether you like it or not, Cyrus is MY fiance, and I expect him to be treated as such."

Garth held his hands up as Victor pushed him back against the wall. Suddenly changing his demeanor as Victor held him in place. The raven eyed male sneered his lip as their tempers flared. Once Victor had reached his limit, the Lord quickly backed off, "I will say no more, but you know my feelings on it." Garth pulled back from him and threw his hand up, "Besides, king or not, the elders would decide on whether the pregnancy was to be kept, and you know my thoughts on it." Garth pulled out his black handkerchief and wiped off his face, "That's all I have to say, My King. For now, do rest. Dinner will be ready shortly." He moved back from him before pulling open the door. Garth paused and glanced back at Victor, "He is a lovely piece, my lord. Make sure to keep him under your nose." Garth tapped his nose and grinned, "He could be snatched up like a virgin peasant girl."