Cyro's POV:
"You piece of f*****g s**t!" my voice echoes in the room, off of the walls as I bark my instructions, " Bring him in now! " I stomp my foot on the ground. "I don't care! I don't care he is supposed to be asleep! He stormed my castle after midnight and if you think I have the decency to simply wait for him-" I paused , glaring at the man that was still trying to talk some sense into me. "- you are so f*****g wrong!" I barked and closed the distance between us with swift moves.
I grab the man by the tunic he is wearing and he lets out a low scowl, his strange reptile eyes narrowing on me, a hiss escaping through his lips as he curses at me, something about stinking, but I don't pick it.
"Now~" A low, mocking, familiar voice fills the throne room that has fallen silent. "Why
