Torn

Chapter Twenty-Seven: A Quick Bite.

The Prince was very hesitant at first to enter the room. He couldn't even look inside it until Ashton finally gestured him inside. Cyrus kept his arms wrapped around himself. The fairy saw Garth sitting at the end of the table. He floated in place for a moment. The blonde haired male had a sudden fear about him. He didn't want to be in here with the Lord. He didn't want to be anywhere near him, and more so, he didn't want Garth anywhere near his unborn child.

Garth sat quietly; drinking out of his large glass. As he heard the door open, his attention quickly turned towards to Cyrus. A grin ran across his lips before tilting his head, "Cyrus, darling, I'm happy you finally decided to come down here. I'm ready to eat." Garth ran his fingers through his hair. He reached for a plate and grabbed a few thick pieces of meat off as well as a chunk of bread and eggs. He gestured for Cyrus to sit down, and began eating quietly, "Sit, eat. Gotta get your strength back."

Ashton took the fairy's hand and gestured him towards the chair. The blue haired male had a concerned expression. Not once did he lift his head to look at Garth. He reached out and began to fix Cyrus a plate, "I'll fix your plate, Prince. Would you like a glass of water?" Ashton stood between Garth and Cyrus. The small male wanted to act as a shield. He didn't see sense in hurting the Prince. Cyrus had so much heart, and Ashton didn't want that to be broken. He spoke softly as he placed his hand gently on Cyrus's shoulder. He wanted Cyrus to focus on eating, and getting rest.

The raven haired male's eyes glazed over when Ashton touched the Prince. He seemed jealous. Garth allowed the plate to be made, but after, he gave a gesture with his hand, "Get out, Ashton. Royalty should only eat with royalty. I'll call you if I need you."

Cyrus had just started to eat, but he felt sickened. His hand quivered as he took a few bites of bread and the eggs. As Garth tried to send Ashton away, Cyrus lifted his head slightly from his plate gave it a nervous shake, "H-he's helping me. I haven't felt well. Can he just-"

BOOM!

Garth slammed his fists into the table. He stood up and pushed Ashton towards the door, "Get out! I will not tell you again, Ashton." The white eyed male took hold of the male's robe and lifted him up. Garth looked over him before giving a stubborn shake of his head, "Don't make me hurt you..go." Garth suddenly dropped Ashton and gestured him out with a nodd.

Ashton stumbled back. His hands quivered as he held the cloth that Garth had a hold of moments ago. The male's lower lip quivered and his eyes swelled with tears. He even reached for the Lord if only for a second but he quickly moved away from him. Ashton shut his eyes tightly before shaking his head. He turned and went out of the room. Ashton would be near of course, but he never disobeyed Garth. It was near impossible.

Cyrus had noticed Ashton's pain. The healer had more then one reason for his pain, and the Prince felt all of it. The blonde haired male took a deep breath before wrapping his arms around his stomach. The male had eaten enough to get his fill, but even looking at the food was still making him sick. After Ashton left the room, Cyrus felt his insides turn inside out, "W-what do you want, my lord? Have you not humiliated me enough that I must sit and eat in front of you?" Cyrus's eyes glazed over. A vibrant green took them over as his markings began to glow. It was raining. The snowy haired male often lit up in a array of the sea green and vibrant blue light that ran through his markings, "Why can't I stay away if you hate me so badly?"

Garth grinned. He leaned down and took Cyrus's cheek. The male cocked his head as he lightly stroked the male's cheek, "You look so much like she did. I envy my uncle. I can't help myself. You're just so tasty.." Garth leaned down and kissed Cyrus's cheek, "You're worth every lash if I could get a taste of you again." Garth leaned down and pressed his lips against the Prince's neck, "Give me another taste. The bruises will be gone before he returns." Garth grabbed ahold of the small male's arm, "Such a powerful little being you are. This glow you have is beautiful. Tell me, how powerful is a royal sprite? We lit your home in flames. There was no water for you there."

Cyrus drew back from him suddenly. His heart was racing as he stood up and yelled out at him. The fairy flew up to the door. The Prince felt trapped, and the world around him seemed to flush itself away for a moment, "Don't touch me again, Garth!"

Garth moved towards the door with Cyrus and grabbed his hips. He shoved him into the door and held him in place, "Don't cry, love. I want to hear those sweet sounds again."

The door came open, and Ashton grabbed ahold if Cyrus and pulled him from Garth. The small male took a step forward and pulled the fairy back and yelled at the large male. His eyes swelled with tears as he gestured Cyrus to go to his room. Ashton's eyes swelled with tears as he shut his eyes tightly, "L-Leave him alone, Garth!"

SLAP.

A loud striking sound could be heard as Cyrus hurriedly flew down the hall. Cyrus sulked as he slammed his bedroom door and locked it. The fairy sobbed as he moved towards the bed and buried his face in the sheets, 'I want this to be over.' He thought, 'I want to feel safe again.'

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Ashton sat in the floor holding his mouth. The young male shriveled up in a ball and shut his eyes. His heart was racing as he stood up; still keeping Garth from hurting the pregnant Prince any further, "N-no!"

Garth looked at Ashton. The male sneered his lip and curled his fists, "What?! Ashton I demand you to move or so help me I'll-"

Ashton shoved Garth back; gasping as the large male grabbed him by the biceps and lifted him up. "You'll what, my lord? Kill me?! That's better then this hell!" The young male cried out and kicked against Garth in surprise. He struggled as he brought him to his door and slammed it shut. Ashton gasped as he was shoved back into the wall and grabbed by his robe and lifted.

Garth's fingers wrapped tightly around his clothes, "Kill you? Ashton." The raven haired male seemed to calm down a bit suddenly, "I should beat you senseless for that." Garth did hit him over the head and groan. He pulled Ashton over and shoved him back on the bed, "I don't want to beat you blue again. Stay out of my way. You understand?" Garth stroked his cheek, "Be a good little pet for me like before. Why won't you?" He leaned down and licked his busted lip.

"Because you want the king's love. I'm not trying to rip that away. You want the council to say no so that you can turn him into a house wife of your own, someone who IS of royal blood." Ashton's mouth was already bloody from the first few hits, "What use am I to you when you have him?" Ashton pressed his hand against his red cheek, "A new floor mat?"

A dark grin ran across Garth's lips, "You submit and belong to me, love, and I'll teach you to think that way again. Just, have to remind you who your King really is."