The Sun - welcome
1399 Words
CIRO RYU's POV
Never have I ever seen fear in her eyes. Never pointed in my direction at least. Never have I seen her get ready to run away from me, to hurt me, to turn her back to me, when all I did was simply ask her to come closer. Rarely did she deny my touch. Even more rarely did she look at me with uncertainty as she did now.
None of us ever expected her to remember us, to remember her throne, to remember her role while she was here, in this wretched dimension. But, it still hurt when she looked at me with fear. It still hurt that her nickname did not make her chuckle as she usually did. It still hurt that her touch did not seek to please, or soothe... but to push me away.
I was warned, and I took that warning too lightly, it seemed. I allowed it to hurt more than I should have.
But it did not matter now, did it? She was back in my arms, where she belonged. She was peaceful, she was safe. In the worst looking clothes I have ever seen in my life, hiding her body, hiding her curves, hiding her lovely pale skin, but nonetheless, it was her. My Cyra, my sun, my lovely and eternally shining and warning sun.
She left like nothing in my arms. It felt like I was carrying a child instead of her. But I could not help and look down at her as I carried her. She seemed at peace. Or so I thought. I could not entirely figure what was going on in her head. Not anymore. Not when she looked at me like I was a stranger.
Punk - that's what he called me. I wonder what it meant. Was it a new cute nickname?
I feel my lips curl into a smirk once again. No. It was definitely not a cute nickname, not when she spit it out with so much terror.
The portal back home purrs alive with the same familiar energy I feel coming from her. How could she not feel like home, when she was home? When she - Oh! My dear Cira, you are so missed!
As soon as both my feet touched the hard marble of the castle's floor, the portal disappears, its silent buzz vanishing in the soft warm air that embraces both of us.
"Your Highness!"
"My dragon!"
"Lord Ryu-"
Voices echoed through the hallways and I can't help but offer a smirk to my lovely loyal servants that hurry to greet me as soon as they know I am back.
"Your visit was short, my lord."
"Indeed it was. She made my job easier this time." my eyes move from the sleeping figure in my arms towards the older man in front of me, who simply gestures for me to follow.
"We did not expect you to return this soon, so we have not prepared a room just yet- " the older man speaks and my eyes roll.
"She will be sleeping in my bedroom, Lastier." I commented, interrupting the man who seemed to pause and narrow his bushy, white brows at me as if I had spoken a sacrilegious thing.
"Do we not remember the tantrum she had the last time she woke up there without her consent?" the man speaks and slowly straightens his back at me, eyeing me with those terribly cold eyes of his.
"Lastier, If I did not know you better, I'd say that the fire in your veins has simmered down and you're wasting away, old friend." I offered him a confident smirk. "My Cyra sleeps in my room tonight. Unlike last time, I will make sure not to startle her. And, old friend, we both know alcohol makes even the strongest of us do stupid things like that. Please stop giving me bullshit about my mistakes." I offer him a cheeky smirk and the man only smiles, half amused, half still visibly uncomfortable by my choice, but nonetheless complies and walks with me to my room.
I push the door open with my leg and the wooden door flies open. The fire in the fireplace immediately umps to life and dimly lights the room. As I walk to the bed, my eyes move back to the woman in my arms. She's still asleep. She still seems peaceful, even if the paleness of her skin sits uncomfortably with me. She had always been pale, but this seemed a bit excessive. I will make sure to take good care of-
"My Lord, shall we let the other lords that she has been brought home?" Lastier speaks, as if he knew I was thinking something dirty and unholy in my pretty thick skull.
My brows narrowed as I lay her down on the bed and moved to remove her shoes.
"No." I replied shortly, my throat dry.
"But, My Lord-"
"No, Lastier. I'd rather offer her the chance to remember. Remember me at least-"
"Is it that, my Lord? Or are we being selfish again?" I can feel the smile. I don't have to look at him to know he is being nothing but a thorn in my side right now.
"We're being terribly selfish, Lastier." I murmured and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, my gloved fingers tracing the shape of her face.
She seemed so frail, so small, so sickly, I was afraid to actually touch her, but I craved for her. I craved for her scent, for her touch, for her lips, for her -
"My Lord-" Lastier spoke again and I was slowly growing irritated with how well he knew me.
"Yes, Lastier?" My jaw tenses and I hiss through my teeth, not looking away from the sleeping ray of sun in my bed. "What is it this time, old friend?"
"The Devil, the Star, and Death have indeed requested you notify them when you return. Whether your journey was successful or not."
I feel a low growl escaping from my throat and Lastier clears his throat as if trying to make me snap out of my suddenly raising anger.
"Let those cowards wait! None of them should have the balls to tell me what to do! If it were for them, she'd still be frailing away in the world of humans and-"
My rant is suddenly interrupted by a gentle groan that escapes her pretty lips and I swallow all my words as if she had the magic spell to make me shut up.
"My cyra-" I find myself whispering, reaching for her face again.
Her lips part and she seems to fight whatever demon holds her asleep, her eyes fluttering open, and her gorgeous blue eyes, filled with haze, open and stare at me with utter confusion.
"Cyra-" I spoke again and it seemed that my voice made her narrow her eyes as if she was trying to understand who I was.
So, coming back was not enough to bring her memories back, was it now? It did not matter. There was plenty of time to watch her open up to me again.
Yet, something in me seems to die when she does not recognize me. The smile of my lips fades, the softness of my eyes vanishes and I suddenly feel as empty as before. What a stupid, greedy man I was!
A low huff escapes me and I pull away sharply, getting up from the bed.
"Lastier-" I comand and the old man immediately moved closer, as if this was the occasion he was waiting for.
I looked at him and the man simply nodded. If there was someone who understood me, it was my lovely Lastier. A man who had been by my side since the dawn of time. It sometimes seemed as if he was nothing but an extension of me, of my own mind, and it was enough to just look at him, and he knew what to do.
As I walk away, I hear her slowly get up, the wooden bed letting out a gentle creek as she shifted and Dont have to look to know Lastier is bowing politely as ever.
"Your highness-" the man mutters and before the door of the room closes behind me, i hear him again. "-welcome home."
Welcome home, My Cyra.
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