"My queen -" the guard bows shortly and Cyro rushes to follow, only to stop abruptly as soon as I get up and follow after him.
With a swift turn, he is facing me and he offers me a low frown.
"You should wait here, my cyra -" his hand rests on my shoulder and I feel ready to slap it off but he pulls away and rushes after the guard, leaving me alone, insecure and unsure of what I was supposed to do?
Was my purpose to just sit in my room? Was I not the queen of kings?! Why did I allow everyone to simply command me like that?!
I suck in a deep breath and decide to follow after him.
The throne room was mostly empty, save for a few guards that did not have the power to stop me at the door and four men. One of them is Cyro, who immediately turns to look my way, his eyes narrowing slightly
