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"I promise you that right now, you are my life."
Myra settled her head in the crook of Darius' neck closing her eyes for a moment. His touch was warm and comforting, it felt like home. He felt like home. She never imagined that home could have two eyes and a heartbeat, never imagined that the man she would fall in love with after Sam would be the son of the man who had destroyed her Kingdom, her family, and most of her people.
"And you are my life." She whispered softly, she didn't want to move or leave but she knew that people would soon begin to notice that Darius wasn't around, and they would definitely know that she was missing. "We should head back...People will notice we are gone."
Myra brought their lips back together one more time allowing the kiss to linger, she pulled away kissing Darius' cheek before slipping out from underneath him with expert skill. Normally when she did that she was in a fight with someone, not a warm embrace, it felt strange to her, like she had forgotten what it felt like to be loved.
Myra slipped back into her room through the tunnels she had discovered a few days ago, the guards outside her room probably never even knew she left. It took her a day to memorise the passageways, she found every exit in case she needed to flee and fast. She had also discovered the tunnel that led to the Prince's room if she ever wanted to see him without getting caught it would come in use.
It wasn't long before guards were in Myra's room forcing her out of the chair she had settled in. One had a firm grip on her arm it didn't hurt but it was annoying. "I am capable of walking myself." She hissed pulling her arm from the guard's grasp. "Where are we going?" "The King has requested an audience in the throne room. It is of utmost importance we are assured" Myra rolled her eyes. "How melodramatic."
Once in the room, Myra did a quick scan, about twelve guards two of which were guarding the door, another two stood by the King, one of which was Darius, the rest were scattered about the room. All the remaining competitors in the Kings little game stood off to one side of the room, the other side was lined with Lords who were aware of the game, and the Kings Advisors. Myra found herself standing in front of the King, she rolled her shoulders looking directly at him, like a predator sizing up its prey. She smirked at him, at direct way of telling him he didn't scare her without actually saying it. He looked to the guards that stood on one side of the room and the door creaked open.
Cyrus moved into the room with such a cat like grace you wouldn't think him human. It was clear he had trained Myra as she moved in an almost identical way. He stalked directly towards her. "You look much more like a women. A year has done good things for you, Myra. Perhaps one day I will have to take advantage" He spoke loud enough making sure Darius could hear him, of course, he had picked up on that, but he spoke low enough that the other competitors could not hear.
Cyrus circled Myra once before settling behind her, he gently pulled her hair away from her neck. He leant down gently kissing Myra's neck, the feeling of his lips on her skin made her sick. "Unfortunately darling princess, I don't think you will like what I have brought you today. Play your cards carefully. Just like I taught you to." This time he whispered so no one else could hear him, Myra felt her blood run cold at his words she was sure she looked like she had just seen a ghost.
The King nodded once more and the door once again creaked as it swung open. A young girl who could be no more than the age of eight walked through the door. Myra automatically recognised what she was, no human could have eyes like that, and a necklace hung around her neck, the pendant a wolf paw, the secret symbol of the Elves, Myra had one herself, it made it easier to identify each other in times of uncertainty and hiding, and each families was a little different.
"This girl was caught stealing from Lord Cyrus. The punishment is thirty whips." Of course Cyrus would have chosen a girl from Myra's own race, own kingdom to frame and bring here. "Unless Myra, you take the punishment, or you can entertain me and fight your previous Master If you win, the girl goes free, if you don't, the girl will be punished as planned." The King chuckled. "I do love a good dog fight." Myra looked at the young girl before looking at the man who held the weapons, she nodded to him and the man handed Cyrus a knife, then handed Myra three smaller throwing knives.
It was more like a dance then a fight, It was a careful one though, Myra knew Cyrus was dangerous just as well as Cyrus knew Myra was deadly. He managed to catch her off guard stabbing her in the abdomen, It wouldn't kill her, Cyrus would never kill her. "I told you to play your cards carefully." He whispered in her ear, pulling the knife from her torso, blood quickly stained the dress she was wearing, but the pain was bearable, for now. "And I told you to get out of my life, and leave me alone." Myra whispered back throwing one of the knives, it burried itself deep in Cyrus' shoulder, Myra jumped kicking him hard enough in the head that he ended up on the ground, he would be to disoriented to continue.
"And so the student becomes the master." Myra stepped back dropping the other two throwing knives, she put a hand over the wound in her side, watching as a guard helped Cyrus up steadying him. "Well done. But I am still not releasing the girl." She didn't have the time to argue, she became light headed from the blood loss, and before she knew it she was on the ground. Cyrus hadn't aimed to kill her, but he had aimed to give her a bad enough wound that it wouldn't have time to heal again before the rest of the tasks in the competition. He had aimed to disable her, and he had done just that.
Myra settled her head in the crook of Darius' neck closing her eyes for a moment. His touch was warm and comforting, it felt like home. He felt like home. She never imagined that home could have two eyes and a heartbeat, never imagined that the man she would fall in love with after Sam would be the son of the man who had destroyed her Kingdom, her family, and most of her people.
"And you are my life." She whispered softly, she didn't want to move or leave but she knew that people would soon begin to notice that Darius wasn't around, and they would definitely know that she was missing. "We should head back...People will notice we are gone."
Myra brought their lips back together one more time allowing the kiss to linger, she pulled away kissing Darius' cheek before slipping out from underneath him with expert skill. Normally when she did that she was in a fight with someone, not a warm embrace, it felt strange to her, like she had forgotten what it felt like to be loved.
Myra slipped back into her room through the tunnels she had discovered a few days ago, the guards outside her room probably never even knew she left. It took her a day to memorise the passageways, she found every exit in case she needed to flee and fast. She had also discovered the tunnel that led to the Prince's room if she ever wanted to see him without getting caught it would come in use.
It wasn't long before guards were in Myra's room forcing her out of the chair she had settled in. One had a firm grip on her arm it didn't hurt but it was annoying. "I am capable of walking myself." She hissed pulling her arm from the guard's grasp. "Where are we going?" "The King has requested an audience in the throne room. It is of utmost importance we are assured" Myra rolled her eyes. "How melodramatic."
Once in the room, Myra did a quick scan, about twelve guards two of which were guarding the door, another two stood by the King, one of which was Darius, the rest were scattered about the room. All the remaining competitors in the Kings little game stood off to one side of the room, the other side was lined with Lords who were aware of the game, and the Kings Advisors. Myra found herself standing in front of the King, she rolled her shoulders looking directly at him, like a predator sizing up its prey. She smirked at him, at direct way of telling him he didn't scare her without actually saying it. He looked to the guards that stood on one side of the room and the door creaked open.
Cyrus moved into the room with such a cat like grace you wouldn't think him human. It was clear he had trained Myra as she moved in an almost identical way. He stalked directly towards her. "You look much more like a women. A year has done good things for you, Myra. Perhaps one day I will have to take advantage" He spoke loud enough making sure Darius could hear him, of course, he had picked up on that, but he spoke low enough that the other competitors could not hear.
Cyrus circled Myra once before settling behind her, he gently pulled her hair away from her neck. He leant down gently kissing Myra's neck, the feeling of his lips on her skin made her sick. "Unfortunately darling princess, I don't think you will like what I have brought you today. Play your cards carefully. Just like I taught you to." This time he whispered so no one else could hear him, Myra felt her blood run cold at his words she was sure she looked like she had just seen a ghost.
The King nodded once more and the door once again creaked as it swung open. A young girl who could be no more than the age of eight walked through the door. Myra automatically recognised what she was, no human could have eyes like that, and a necklace hung around her neck, the pendant a wolf paw, the secret symbol of the Elves, Myra had one herself, it made it easier to identify each other in times of uncertainty and hiding, and each families was a little different.
"This girl was caught stealing from Lord Cyrus. The punishment is thirty whips." Of course Cyrus would have chosen a girl from Myra's own race, own kingdom to frame and bring here. "Unless Myra, you take the punishment, or you can entertain me and fight your previous Master If you win, the girl goes free, if you don't, the girl will be punished as planned." The King chuckled. "I do love a good dog fight." Myra looked at the young girl before looking at the man who held the weapons, she nodded to him and the man handed Cyrus a knife, then handed Myra three smaller throwing knives.
It was more like a dance then a fight, It was a careful one though, Myra knew Cyrus was dangerous just as well as Cyrus knew Myra was deadly. He managed to catch her off guard stabbing her in the abdomen, It wouldn't kill her, Cyrus would never kill her. "I told you to play your cards carefully." He whispered in her ear, pulling the knife from her torso, blood quickly stained the dress she was wearing, but the pain was bearable, for now. "And I told you to get out of my life, and leave me alone." Myra whispered back throwing one of the knives, it burried itself deep in Cyrus' shoulder, Myra jumped kicking him hard enough in the head that he ended up on the ground, he would be to disoriented to continue.
"And so the student becomes the master." Myra stepped back dropping the other two throwing knives, she put a hand over the wound in her side, watching as a guard helped Cyrus up steadying him. "Well done. But I am still not releasing the girl." She didn't have the time to argue, she became light headed from the blood loss, and before she knew it she was on the ground. Cyrus hadn't aimed to kill her, but he had aimed to give her a bad enough wound that it wouldn't have time to heal again before the rest of the tasks in the competition. He had aimed to disable her, and he had done just that.