Torn

Chapter Twenty-Four: Hidden Thoughts.

Three days had passed, and Cyrus found it difficult to do much of anything. After Victor left, the Prince had locked himself in his bedroom for nearly a day and a half. The only reason he was forced to come out, was because Garth made sure the fairy was fed. Cyrus hated that the Lord made him eat with him. They never spoke a word to one another, and Cyrus found it unnerving. It made him flustered, and scared.

Ashton had been tending to the Prince daily and checking on the pregnancy. As promised he hadn't spoken a word to anyone. The young healer seemed to be trustworthy enough, but his fear for Garth became clear to Cyrus quickly. Ashton wouldn't so much as lift  his head in the same room with the Lord. For Garth, he found it disgraceful. Cyrus had caught glimpse of Ashton's wrists and shoulders occasionally when his sleeves were rolled up. The snowy haired male couldn't help but assume the worst. He had seen it for himself before.

Cyrus sat in the study room down his hall. Victor had said that this was his domain, and so far the only one who had enough courage to come through alone was Ashton. Garth left the fairy be for the most part so far, but Cyrus was still very on edge. The healer kept by his side when he could. Cyrus knew he was worried about the health of the child of the King and the young Prince.

His wings shrouded around him in a draped manner. Cyrus had been very drawn back by everything. He had never thought he would be pregnant with a king's child. Let alone the King that was responsible for his family's death. Nor did he think he would be taking refuge in the domain of the murderer of his parents.

The snowy haired male took a deep breath as he drew. He used some scripture paper that he had found in the study. It was dusty and old. Truly, it had little use. Cyrus gave it one; drawing his old castle on the cliff. Water crashed into the side of the mountain, and behind, the ocean went for miles. It was as if it never ended.

The Prince missed his home. He missed Victor. Truly, he wanted away from this place. He wanted to feel safe again. Cyrus put little effort into talking to anyone. The soldiers still had a hatred for him, and it left him at quite a loss. Ashton wouldn't speak to Cyrus unless they were alone.

A knock came from the open door. Cyrus shook his head lightly, "Ashton, not right now. I told you I just want to be left alone today.." The Prince leaned back on the couch as he worked on the drawing. The blonde haired male wanted nothing more then to be left be. His nerves had been shot, and his fears for the world were quickly returning. Cyrus remembered why he hid away for so long. The world of Farwood was not a friendly one.

"Is that any way to talk to your Lord, Prince Cyrus?" Garth walked into the room and closed the door. He approached the back of the couch quietly. He leaned down and grabbed the sides of the fairy's shoulders, "You are quite the artist, yes? Your mother was as well wasn't she? She was painting when I busted that door down." Garth had been quite cruel with his words since Victor had left. He had no remorse for the fairy. His hatred boiled in him, and with the King gone there was no stopping it from spilling over. The Lord brought his hand down and stroked the side of Cyrus's neck, "Your skin, it's porcelain. You're like a little doll." Garth chuckled softly, "I miss your mother's skin. It was so easy to bruise."

Cyrus tensed as he felt the weight come down on his shoulders. The aqua eyed male closed his eyes and lowered his head, "My Lord, I would appreciate it if you didn't touch me." The fairy drew his shoulders forward and stood up rather quickly. His heart was racing as he turned his attention to Garth. His eyes dimmed as he looked at him, "Y-you shouldn't talk about her like that. That was my mother." Cyrus's heart was breaking. His fists curled as he moved back from Garth, "I-I cannot control what happened with my kind. You cannot put the blame on me for the war that was waged!" Cyrus was scared now. His voice rose as he curled his fists. The prince moved back from Garth, "Don't you lay another hand on me. I-I don't want to hear about what had been done to them." Cyrus's felt as if he were going to faint. His eyes were blurred as he wiped his eyes. The couch was the only thing between the two of them.

Garth sneered his lip as Cyrus pulled back. The Lord wasn't used to being defied. Especially by a fairy. The male walked around the couch slowly. His fists curled as he moved towards Cyrus. Garth took hold of the prince's shirt and pulled him up off his feet, "You listen here, beast. You are in my home, and you will respect me. My opinion is law here, do you understand that?" Garth pulled him down and looked at him. He brought his hand up and placed it on Cyrus's cheek. The ravened haired male tilted his head lightly. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he envied the king's lover. Cyrus was beautiful, and Garth couldn't get over the Prince's looks. He pushed Cyrus down into the couch. His ice eyes were cold, and his expression, dark. Garth began to pull on Cyrus's bottoms, "I'm allowed to touch who I wish. This is my castle, and I will make you mine for the night. I want to hear your mother's scream again." Garth leaned down and kissed Cyrus forcefully. The male held the small male's chin roughly, "You're mine, tonight."