My Promise to My Four King Mates

The Sun - limits

Cyro's POV:

I am not sure what this is all about anymore. I am not sure if me being selfish will eventually lead to something more than being called out for that selfishness. I am not sure that this approach would do me any good right now. Or her. Or the kingdom... Or us. But I could not hold back any longer. I could not walk on this land anymore, without having her close. And upon all of this, I could not live my life knowing she had not chosen yet. Knowing she did not choose her desired mate. I could not allow this to go on! I did not care what the others had to say anymore! This foolery of hers had to come to an end!

My trail of thoughts is slowly interrupted by the way the light shines over my glass, making the transparent crystal cast a lovely glow over the amber drink inside. I swirled the scotch and let out a gentle huff, before downing it all, leaning my head back with a swift motion and swallowing whatever was left into the glass without a second thought, my nose wrinkling lightly at the way it tingled my throat.

My eyes open again and land on the empty glass and the ice cubes in it. I play with them a bit more, letting them hit against one another and the walls of the glass, enjoying the little sounds this makes. The door of the dining room opens and my attention is pulled towards the door. My gaze lands directly on her. She is not wearing what I had picked for her. Something inside me smirk with delight that she did not simply go with my choice and that she made a decision for herself, while part of me feels a bit offended. It was not like I was not used with her not following what I told her, but the challenge she posed every time she went against me was both exhilarating and annoying. It was like this was her sole purpose: to annoy and go toe to toe with me.

The dress she pricked was not a deep bright red, but a dark crimson that contrasted deliciously with her pale skin with cold undertones. Her hair cascades over her shoulders, covering her back, and she does not wear heels. She never liked heels. She always said they hurt her feet and had me massage her legs, not just once. I would not mind being offered the chance to do it again, really.

As she notices my eyes scanning her body, she brings her hands together in front of her, fidgeting with her fingers, playing with her long nails, picking at them in an anxious way, eyes averting from mine, as she takes a look around the room, while she steps further., slowing closing the distance between us.

Lastier closes the door behind her and we're left alone again.

The table is filled with food. Most of them being things we all knew she enjoyed, from roasted chicken to simple roasted potatoes she usually served with garlic sauce and weird salads.

I don't approach her, still standing by the window, with my empty glass in hand, watching her come closer, like a hesitant lonely lamb. She stops just a few steps away from me, her fidgety hands dropping slowly in front of her, her eyes turning to look at me, her head leaning slightly back as her back straightens and she watches me over her brows, from under those thick and long lashes of hers. I feel like she wants to say something, but she is unsure of what that would be, so I slowly closed the distance between us, reached my hand up, tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, slowly tracing the shape of her ear and her jaw, before taking her chin between my fingers and leading her head to lean backwards a bit more.

"You look appetizing, my cyra." I can't help but feel dazzled by her simple beauty, and the innocence she faces me with.

Her cheeks tint a soft shade of pink that spreads from one cheek to the other, making the tip of her nose redden too. Adorable, wasn't she?

"Good evening to you too, Lord Cyro." she pulls her face away from my grasp and offers me a slobish curtsy, a playful smile curling on her lips as she steps away as soon as she does that.

A chuckle escapes me, because I know she would never put on such a silly show for me.

"This was Lastier's idea, wasn't it?" I laugh and run a hand through my hair, following after her to the dinner table.

It seems that my laughter makes her blush even more and she looks away from me again with a strange embarrassment while she pulls one of the chairs and takes a seat at the table.

"Maybe-" she murmurs and it feels like she suddenly withdraws from me again and I feel my heart sink into the pits of my stomach.

No! Please! Don't shy away from me! My goddess...

I watch her, stricken with a strange sadness that spreads over my chest and tugs heavily on my heart. Did I say something wrong?

I wish you would remember me... it would make this so much easier!

I sighed and sat down, leaning into my seat with a disappointed scowl. Maybe bringing her back like this was not the best idea I've ever had. Maybe... I'm a fool. Nothing but a fool with unrealistic expectations. Of course she pulls away from me!

We dine in a strange and uneasy silence, and she seems even more picky with her food than I remember her to be. She picks at her meat, at her veggies, while I do nothing but drink and watch her, my elbow on the arm of the chair, and my head leaned into my palm. I can not get enough of her. The image of her is deserving of adoration. Her scent is maddening. Her skin is inviting and the way she seems to shy away from me every time she looks up and catches me staring at her, makes me crave her even more. I feel like a caged animal, that was not allowed to walk around, that was not allowed to hunt.

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Everyn's POV:

After a brief conversation with Lastier, I was allowed to know one or two things about the blonde man, things that felt oddly familiar. Cyro was a man with very short patience. It was very easy to push him over his limits by simply being a brat. That, I was. So I checked that off of my list. Pushing Cyro over his limits could go two ways. He was either going to snap and demand things, or he would turn into a begging puppy, asking for attention, for passion, for love, care and affection. Lastier did not go into detail on why I should try to test my limits. He simply said that Cyro had the answers to my questions and that, one way or another, I had to get those answers out of Cyro.

Part of me felt intrigued by having the possibility to toy with a man that seemed so very strong, while another part of me wanted to cower and run away. That man held the power to snap me in half. And he looked at me as if he wanted nothing more but to bend me over and f**k my brains out. I'm not sure if that thought excited or frightened me. Maybe a bit of both.

And maybe this dinner would give me the opportunity of finding out.