Torn

Chapter Twenty: Awake.

Victor sat up in the bed. He took a hold of Cyrus and pulled him close against him, "Hush my love, did you have that dream again?" The red headed male leaned down, lightly sneering his lip, "My god you're sweating.." Victor placed his hand against the angels head.

Cyrus breathed heavily. His body was on fire, but as Victor pulled him against his frame he began to feel a sudden ease. The snowy haired male looked up at the king. His expression was filled with fear as his lip gave a soft quiver. The young male pressed his face against the king's neck, "I-I don't understand." He mumbled, "It's like I can't escape the thought. I don't mean to, it's just there." Cyrus would gladly change it if he could. The reoccurring nightmare just made his fear for Garth grow. It didn't leave his mind. It never would.

Cyrus leaned his head up. He did feel sick. They had been there for nearly a month and for the last few days the blonde hadn't felt well at all. His eyes widened as he covered his mouth and leaned over the bed. The male gasped softly as he moved over to a bucket to throw up. The third morning in a row.

"Cyrus?" Victor sat up quickly and moved to his lover's aid. He took hold of the male's hair and held it back. The red headed male lightly tilted his head before taking a deep breath, "Cyrus you need to tell me what's wrong? I could get you a healer to help with that sickness, love." The sun was slowly rising, and as Victor awoke, the fire in the fireplace lit up brightly, "We'll be leaving soon, I promise."

Cyrus breathed heavily before sitting up. After a few moments he began to feel better. He looked towards Victor before lowering his head, "I-I haven't felt well is all. I suppose it's my nerves." Though, Cyrus was unsure. Nothing made since. He had just gotten sick with no cause, "I had that nightmare again. It won't go away." His turquoise eyes glowed dimly as he laid his head tiredly against King Victor, "How long before we leave?" Cyrus wanted nothing more then to be alone with Victor, but more so away from Garth.

Victor frowned. It was becoming clear that Cyrus hadn't been himself lately. King Victor sighed deeply before pulling the prince close against him, "I'll fetch a healer for you when I leave to speak with Garth about our departure. He had sent for the carriage home. Perhaps it will arrive soon so we can be on our way." Victor kissed Cyrus's back tenderly. The King wanted nothing more then to be out of this place not for his own sake, but for his lover's.

The large male stood up and lightly brushed off his shoulders. He yawned tiredly before shaking his head, "For now, why don't you freshen up while I go speak with Garth about our return home?" Victor was quite worried about his young love. He had been sick the last few days and that was something that couldn't go unnoticed, "Rest, the healer will be right down." With that, Victor kissed Cyrus's forehead and quickly made it out the door to discuss things with Garth.

Cyrus took a deep breath. Truly, it was a sigh of relief. The male had wanted to leave for some time now, and it had finally arrived. Soon he and Victor would be on their way to a place safer then here, and more importantly, away from Garth.

The Prince did as his love had instructed. He floated about in the room as he grabbed a change of clothes and washed off. Just as he was finishing putting on his shirt, a knock came from the door, "Yes? Who is it?"

"The Healer, Prince Cyrus. May I come in?"

"Yes miss! Do come in." The snowy haired male suddenly felt nervous. Would she be as nasty towards Cyrus as everyone else? The young male suddenly felt a regret for agreeing to someone coming into the room. He took a deep breath before sitting down on the bed.

The Healer entered the room, but wasn't at all what Cyrus had thought. It was a young male, around fifteen or sixteen, near his own age. He was a bit shorter then the Prince and lean. He wore a mage like robe that was a light blue silk with a white trim.

The Healer was quite attractive, having a deep blue hair with a purple glow that danced in the morning light. It was long enough to just cover his ears and part of his neck. As he lifted his head, he large rounded eyes could be seen. Their colors, a vibrant blue. Such a crystal clear color, that they looked like pools of spring water. His lips were a pale pink, and his nose small and rounded like his cheeks. His skin was pale, and he seemed to be friendly enough, merely smiling as he saw the Prince, "King Victor said you weren't feeling well, may I ask why?" He approached and looked about calmly.

Cyrus's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He hadn't meant by any means to call the other male a girl. The snowy blonde rubbed the back of his head lightly, but the healer seemed happy enough, and even quite kind, "I've been feeling sick the last few mornings." He mumbled, "Quite drained and just a good bit of vomiting early morn."

"Well, you must be worrying yourself sick." He mumbled, "It couldn't be anything else. Unless you were bearing a child of course." He giggled softly before suddenly tensing as he realized what he had said, "My Prince, could you lift up your shirt for me, please? I'd like to see something."

He tensed lightly at the Healer's question, but he didn't refuse. The blonde pulled his shirt up and revealed his small stomach, "What is it, Healer-" He paused for a moment, "What's your name?" Cyrus gasped as the male placed his hands on his bare stomach, "Cold.."

The blue haired male giggled softly before shaking his head, "My name is Ashton." He mumbled. His eyes suddenly sparked before he brought his hand back from Cyrus stomach. He held his palm tightly, "My Prince..this sickness is completely natural. Y-you're with child. I felt them." Ashton's expression suddenly became one of fear, one of concern. He looked up at Cyrus before standing and looking at Cyrus, "Y-you bare the king's first heir."

The fairy tensed. He brought his hands down on his stomach, "P-pregnant?"