Torn

Chapter Thirty-One: A Little Push.

The carriage was set, and Cyrus had wasted no time showing the help which bags had to be taken. Victor had gone back inside to get a few more things for the journey home. The blonde haired male sat quietly at the doorstep. Night was approaching, but he was wasting no time escaping this place. Cyrus held his hands out and looked at them. Many things crossed his mind. He missed his home where he had been safe for so long. Parts of him felt empty. 'No one bothered me.' He thought to himself as he took a deep sigh, 'Am I truly safe?' The Prince had many concerns including these ones. His and Victor's child was growing inside him. It had all happened so suddenly, and left him in quite a mess.

Cyrus had been sitting on the steps for nearly twenty minutes. As he went to stand, he felt a sudden grip on his shoulder. The blonde turned, only to see Garth hovering over him. The blonde went to bring his hand up, but the raven haired male took hold of his wrist quickly, "My Lord, please release me. It's for your benefit, not mine."

Garth cocked his head. He had dressed, and seemed to be freshly cleaned. The larger male let out a deep chuckle as he brought his hand down and stroked Cyrus's cheek, "I must say goodbye to my future Queen. After all, this may be our last interaction until the Festival of Rule." The raven haired male leaned close to Cyrus before lightly biting his own lip, "Don't forget that night, but don't let it slip." Garth tapped the Prince's lips lightly as a sinister grin ran across his lips.

Victor could be heard coming down the hall. The King was calling out to a few other's about finishing up so they could depart. Nearly everything had been packed. The only thing to wait for, was Victor himself. As the large male approached the two, he took hold of Cyrus's hand and helped him up. His eyes darted towards Garth as his hand wrapped around the sprite's shoulder and pulled him close, "Come now, it's time to go." Victor gave Cyrus a soft nudge to get him moving. He turned his attention towards Garth before lightly bowing his head, "Garth, I thank you for the hospitality, but as I said before, you don't touch him with even your sight. When I find out what happened, you better pray that I'm in my own throne room, and not your own." Victor reached his hand out to shake Garth's. His ember eyes lit up as he stood assertively, "We need to be leaving now."

Garth's white eyes lit. He grinned lightly before shaking his head, "He won't be in my sight much longer. You'll have nothing to worry yourself with." The male laughed before wiping a tear, "Nothing has been done that you can correct." Garth shrugged as he adjusted his coat. He reached his hand down and shook Victor's own, "Take care, my king, and please, have a safe journey home with that-" He paused, "Your queen."

Victor's markings lit. The male shook his head lightly. He curled his fists before moving towards the carriage. He had nothing more to say to Garth. He was ready to depart, and finally take his love back to his home. As Victor climbed into the carriage, he saw Cyrus curled into the corner. The red haired male took a deep breath before taking hold of his finance's hand, "Darling, we're leaving." Victor cocked his head lightly. The King was quite concerned for his lover, "What happened Cyrus? Why won't you tell me?"

As the King entered the carriage, Cyrus turned his attention to him. The sprite smiled softly before wrapping his arms around his King's shoulders, "Please, can this wait?" Cyrus was petrified. The blonde sulked; gasping softly as the carriage began to move. They were finally leaving, and the relief came suddenly. The prince's eyes swelled with tears as he clung to him, "I'm so happy you're back, my Lord. I just want to be as far away from here as possible."

Victor wrapped his arms around the smaller male. He held him tightly to his frame. As Cyrus asked for it to wait, the more concerned Victor became, but he didn't feel the need to pressure. The larger male placed his hand on his lover's cheek; stroking lightly. He took a deep breath before looking over his younger lover. Victor cocked his head slowly. His eyes traced over Cyrus's frame, "I do wish you would tell me what had happened. What did my nephew do to you, Cyrus? Was something said?"

The blonde shifted lightly. He wrapped his arms tightly around Victor. Truly, he didn't what to let go anymore. As the King attempted to push for a answer, the Prince merely shook his head. That night had stayed in his head since Garth had taken him. Nightmares had began to haunt him again, and he found himself at quite a lost state of mind, "I feel this isn't the time, must I say it again? Please, my lord.." Cyrus was beginning to panic. His eyes became puffy with tears, "Please, Victor."

Victor's brow raised. The red haired male cocked his head. He took Cyrus's cheek and held it. Victor realized that Cyrus wasn't going to be cooperative about the matter. He leaned down; placing a soft kiss against his lover's lips, "If this is not the time, but when we arrive to our home or a few ways away, I do expect you to sit and discuss this with me." His hand traced Cyrus's hips, "Just let me hold you then, love. It's been quite some time since I've had your touch, love, since I've been able to lay my hands on you." Victor grinned lightly. He leaned down before kissing his fiance as he placed his hands on his belly, "I'll never let either of you go again."