Torn

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Departure.

The two rested in the bed for some time. Neither of them had intentions on getting up from one another. Victor held Cyrus close against him, whispering promises that wouldn't be broken. The two were both scared. Cyrus, for the sake of his love. He wouldn't be safe until he was out of Garth's kingdom and back into his own in the northern part of Farwood.

Victor's fears were different. He worried about Garth or the soldiers hurting his Prince while he was gone. Of course, Garth he seemed less worried about. The Lord knew his place well enough. At least, the King hoped.

Victor climbed over top of Cyrus. He placed his hand on the water sprite's cheek and held it gently, "Cyrus, love, do not cry. My heart is already breaking for you." The red headed male leaned down and kissed the Prince softly. His lips gently caressed against Cyrus's as he wiped his cheeks free of the heavy flowing tears, "It will be alright. We'll be together again in no time, and then you won't have to worry about Garth again. You understand that?"

Cyrus gasped as Victor hovered over top of him. The young fairy looked at the immortal king. His lip puffed out as he started to sob. Cyrus was beyond scared of being alone with Garth in his domain, and without Victor, he felt so lost. The sprite had been alone for so long, he felt he couldn't do it again.

As Victor's lips met his, Cyrus gasped. He wrapped his arms up around the male's shoulders and held him tightly. His arms quivered but he felt a sudden relief as Victor held him. The snowy haired male closed his eyes tightly as he leaned up against his King. His small frame engulfed below the masculine man. Cyrus took a deep breath as he held on tightly to Victor's neck, "Please come back for me." Cyrus was unable to say much more. He clung to the king like a child, "I don't want you to be gone forever."

Victor leaned up with Cyrus against him. The red head sat up, "I won't be gone forever. A few weeks. Enough to get there and back. My argument will go through. You are royal blood. Sprites of royal blood have married into the families before, but that was a different time." Victor paused for a moment. He rubbed the back of his head, "They will understand when they hear what I have to say, darling. They will not tell their King no." Victor grinned at his last comment. He was cocky, but that came with having the crown, but it soon faded. Victor was still worried whether he wished to be or not. The elder's had a hatred for them for taking the royal blood, but Victor had always believed in change. He never doubted it, but his vision had been blurred for some time by his anger. The guilt was heavy on him. He wished more for the sprite. A better life that he wished to provide.

As Cyrus cried, Victor held him closely. He knew he was afraid, and that's was scared him the most. The King didn't want him to fret. He didn't want him worrying himself sick while he was gone, "Be strong for me, my Prince. You have made it this far. You will be safe in my arms once again. You understand that?"

Cyrus nodded. He sniffled as he leaned back and took a deep breath. Cyrus knew that he wasn't the only one worried. Victor was being brave for his love, and the water sprite would do the same, "I will be fine while you're away, Victor." Cyrus told him, but really, the Prince felt he was trying to convince himself more then he was the King.

A knock came from the door. Both of them fell silent for a moment. Victor turned his attention to the door before lightly tilting his head, "Yes?" Victor stood up as he took hold of the Prince's hand.

Garth pushed the door open. He gestured for Victor to come, "My Uncle, you must be going. The things are all packed and I've gathered some of my best soldiers for your journey home. I assure you that the villagers and any other unruly citizens of mine have learned their lesson regarding your last mishap." Garth looked up and down Cyrus. He gave a light shake of his head, "Come now. We shouldn't be keeping them."

Victor nodded. He took Cyrus and began to walk down the hall. Both of them were quiet. Cyrus had ceased his tears. The Prince had been fighting the matter. He wouldn't cry in front of Garth. He didn't want him to see how scared he truly was.

Once outside, the King and the Prince stood at the carriage. Cyrus clung to Victor for dear life. He didn't want to be left here, but whether he liked it or not, they didn't have a choice in the matter. Cyrus would be killed upon the entry into Victor's kingdom.

Victor lifted Cyrus's chin. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against the Prince's lips, "I'll be back, you understand that?" He looked towards Garth as he held the back of Cyrus's head, "Take care of him." He looked down at Cyrus before giving him a finally kiss on the forehead, "Two weeks, and you'll be back in my arms again. You understand that? I love you darling. I'll be back soon." With that, Victor climbed into the carriage.

Cyrus held on to Victor's hand. The fairy fluttered next to the carriage as it began to move, "I-I love you." The snowy haired male finally let go as Victor released his hand. Though even as Cyrus cried for Victor, the King inside the carriage did the same. He could not cry in front of the Prince. Not now.

Cyrus fell on his knees as he watched Victor go. He sat there for some time, watching the carriage become smaller, and smaller. His wings fell to his side's as he looked down. The male gasped as he felt a grip on his shoulder. He looked up at Garth. His aqua green eyes glowed vibrantly, "Yes, Garth?"

Garth sneered his lip, "It's Lord Garth, my Prince."