Sebastian's brows furrowed as he thought over what she said. Cyrus's voice came from the cell as he said, "And then your fantasy would be ruined."
She realized that he said that and was also sending shadows to convince Sebastian. He nodded as he let out a sigh. "Fine, but The King cannot know."
She nodded then looked at him curiously as she asked, "I wonder why you address him that way when he is not your King."
He looked firmly at her as he said, "It does not matter to you."
His gaze roamed her body again, lingering on her chest where the dress pushed up her bossom. It must be why he had chosen it, she thought bitterly. She cleared her throat and his eyes moved back to her face. "Alright, come with me."