Torn

Chapter Twenty-Six: Broken.

The night for Cyrus was horrid. Garth had left him there. Cyrus had managed to get to his room before Ashton had arrived. Cyrus had already had a bath drawn that evening, and now he wouldn't leave the tub. He hadn't for hours. A orb of water wrapped around Cyrus's body. The fairy had washed several times, but he couldn't seem to get clean..

Cyrus's body was covered in bruises. His neck, his shoulders, his legs. The fairy's wings folded down as he made water droplets danced around, 'He wanted me to hurt him.' The blonde thought, 'He wants Victor to kill me.' Cyrus was scared to say anything to anyone. He wouldn't let himself look weak in front of Garth.

The blonde placed his hands on his stomach and looked down. His hands quivered as he shut his eyes and took a deep breath. Cyrus was afraid for the baby. The child was Victor's without a doubt. The male knew the night his body had been on fire. He found it hard to accept any of it. Cyrus wanted to be back with Victor. He wanted to be with his King, but he knew that wasn't possible.

Cyrus finally brought himself to come out of the bath. The water fell, and he climbed out and dried off. The Prince's entire body ached, and he couldn't seem to find much strength in himself except for thinking about Victor, 'He's coming back for me.' The fairy thought. 'And the baby.' Cyrus was trying to be strong for himself and the child growing inside him.

Cyrus went into his room and grabbed his long sleeved clothes. If Ashton were to see them, he would know very well what happened.

Ashton stood at the door and knocked. The blue haired male hesitantly spoke, "Cyrus, you need to let me have a look at you, please. Your stomach, is it alright? What did he do to you?" Ashton truly was worried. The male didn't want to see Cyrus in such a state. He didn't want this good side of the King to end. It was not only Cyrus that wanted peace.

Cyrus had been ignoring Ashton's calls for some time. A chair had been pushed against the door, and his mind had just become so blurred. The Prince laid quietly on the bed clasping on to one of Victor's shirts that had been left behind. After a moment, Cyrus took a deep breath and flew off the bed. He floated to the door and pulled it open before landing his feet, "He doesn't know about the child, Ashton. Please keep your voice down. He likes to listen.." Cyrus looked away nervously for a moment and took a deep breath, "I'm fine, and so is the child." The blonde held his stomach,

Ashton lowered his head. The young male could already tell something had happened. Cyrus's expression was cold, and quite bothered. His eyes, they had lost their glow since Victor had left, but even now they seemed to turn a deep sea green, "L-Lord Garth wants you downstairs for breakfast, Cyrus."

Cyrus's hand tensed. He gave a light shake of his head, "I'm not going down there to eat with him. Could you bring my food up here please?" The Prince of course had no appetite, but he had to take care of what was growing inside him. It wasn't just about him anymore, "I don't want to see that man."

The blue haired male sulked. His heart sank as he listened to Cyrus as his expression became fearful, "Cyrus, I don't believe you have a choice in the matter. King Victor isn't here. Lord Garth is not the same person that he is with your fiance lingering at the gates. The Lord knows his place with the King, but he has no control when he is not here. Do you understand that?" Ashton took Cyrus's hand gently, "He won't touch you around me. Alright?" Ashton seemed to already know what had happened, but he wouldn't allow himself to ask. Though, he seemed hurt, "Please, don't make him wait longer then he wants to."

Cyrus pulled his hand back quickly. He didn't want touched by anyone. The only one on his mind was Victor, and how he wanted to be in his arms again, and held by the King. The Prince could not find comfort in anything else. Though, Cyrus did heed Ashton's words. Cyrus was unsure if Garth had even been angry with him last night or if he was trying to be his opinion of gentle.

The blonde haired male took a deep breath. He wrapped his arms around himself for a moment before looking back at Ashton, "You will not leave my side, will you? I don't wish to be down there any longer then I must." Cyrus wasn't going to let Garth get the best of him. He wasn't going to let him see him broken. Cyrus floated as he flew out and looked down at Ashton.

Ashton's heart was breaking for Cyrus. He wanted to help, but his fear of the man was just as bad. Ashton had seen many sides of the Lord, and it left him in such a lost state. "Come then. I'll lead the way."