Chap-7[Uncertainty]

Four days had passed since the incident, and Reign had yet to catch sight of Cyrus. The uncertainty gnawed at him, his concern for Cyrus growing with each passing moment. He had searched tirelessly, but there was no sign of him.

Reign was in his study room, doing his own paperwork when he heard a knock on his door, "Come in.", he said as he got back to his work. 

"My lord", the butler greeted with a slight bow.

"Did you get any information regarding Cyrus?", Reign asked without looking up from his work, his voice as cold as ever.

"I'm afraid not, my lord", the butler replied, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

Hearing that Reign couldn't help but let out an internal disappointed sigh, his heart aching with the same pain. Reign looked up at the butler, his frustration evident. "All of you are utterly useless," he snapped. "Get out of here.", Reign said out loud making the butler feel a slight shiver running through his spine before he fled from the scene as quick as possible.

Reign sank into his chair, tilting his head back and letting out a long, exasperated sigh as he ran his hand through his hair, his head pounding in slight ache from all the stuff happening ever since he got brought back. All he wishes for is Cyrus being beside him or possibly getting away from all these hassles. Reign doesn't want the title anymore like he did before. "Cyrus", he breathed out as he clenched his eyes shut, "I really miss you, you know.". "Please stop running from me..", he let out a tired whisper, his heart feeling as heavy as ever.

.... 

Cyrus

Walking all the way back felt exhausting to him, but what felt more exhausted than his legs were his heart. It was a lot on him, more specifically Adeline. Cyrus has started to truly despise her. Ever since she walked in on his and Reign's life, he felt as though she ruined everything. "I can never compare to her", Cyrus muttered, his voice barely a whisper, trembling with sorrow. He was right. He couldn't possibly measure up to her.

Adeline, daughter of the famous Marquis of the Eastern empire, Marquis Alfredo, him on the other hand was just a mere magician, not even a royal one. His chest tightened as he let out a sad smile. " They're perfect for each other", Cyrus voiced out again as it broke with heart ache. He loved Reign deeply, but he couldn't possibly tie him down like that. Reign had a duchy to govern, a future far too grand for someone like him. Cyrus can't ruin that. 

Cyrus wished he were noble, someone worthy enough to stand by Reign's side.

"Malcom", voiced Cyrus, Malcom, an old wizard that had raised Cyrus since he was a little kid, had always been there for him. Malcom gave him a place he could call home. It was a place built by Malcom himself, far away from everyone. The house, blessed by magic, was hidden from ordinary eyes.

"I told you to call me father, kid.", Malcom replied back as he placed a plate full of food in front of Cyrus before sitting beside him. Cyrus calls him by his name. Malcom has always wanted to hear Cyrus call him father at least once before he has to take his last breath.

Ignoring his plead Cyrus continued, "Malcom, may I ask you something?". Cyrus asked, his gaze downcast as he absently stirred his food.

"Of course, go-ahead kid.", Malcom replied as his ears perked up with curiosity.

"I have a friend," Cyrus said, hesitating slightly. "He's in a difficult situation." He avoided looking up, his fingers toying with his food.

"What sort of?", Malcom said feeling even more curious, Cyrus sharing thoughts and moments with him was as rare as ever. 

 "He loves a woman, but her parents have arranged her marriage to someone else—someone richer, more powerful than he is. He doesn't know what to do.", with that said Cyrus finally raised his head glancing at what expression Malcom held in his face.

"This is bad", Malcom said as his eyes narrowed in confusion, "Why don't they both run away with each other then?". "Why not fight for their love?", Malcom spoke up shifting his gaze to Cyrus. 

Cyrus went silent with that response; it was not possible. It never will be, not even in his dreams. "She's already agreed to the marriage. It's done.", Cyrus said as he looked back down, deep in his own world.

"So, your friend still loves her even though she agreed to the marriage.", Cyrus nodded at what Malcom said, room around them filling up with silence.

"Yes. And now she says she'll break off the marriage, but he's unsure. He doesn't know what to believe anymore.", it was true, Cyrus didn't know what to believe. He felt very conflicted. Was it all an act of Reign? Does Reign not want him anymore? A sudden voice startled him back to reality.

Malcom studied him quietly for a moment, his gaze sharp. "Then he should set boundaries" he said thoughtfully. "He needs to be honest with her, express what he feels. If she's truly important to him, they need to communicate clearly. But he must do so with respect—both for himself and for her." He noticed Cyrus getting lost in his thoughts again.

Malcom doubted, perhaps this 'guy' Cyrus was talking about is Cyrus himself. "Cyrus?", Malcom voiced out gently as he stared at Cyrus jolting back to reality once again, he could exactly pinpoint Cyrus's troubled eyes.

"Sorry, Malcom.", Cyrus said with a faint smiled, "I'll let my friend know about what you said.", he continued.

"It's alright, kid.", Malcom said as he watched Cyrus get up from his seat.

As Cyrus started to walk out of there, Malcom's voice stopped him. "Son..."

Cyrus paused, turning back. "What is it?"

"Nothing. Just... take care.", Malcom said again not wanting to interfere with Cyrus's business.

Cyrus nodded and left, retreating to his room. As the door closed behind him, Malcom whispered under his breath, "I hope you find the strength you need, son.", Malcom whispered watching his fading figure, attending to his untouched plate full of food.

..... 

Cyrus sat on his bed, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. Malcom's advice echoed in his ears, urging him to confront his feelings. But could he really do it? Could he push aside his fear and insecurity? He longed for Reign's presence, for the reassurance of his love. But at the same time, he needed space. He couldn't bear the thought of Adeline clinging to Reign any longer—once had been more than enough. Adeline brings all of Cyrus's insecurities out, he feels as though she will snatch Reign away from him anytime soon.

"Reign", Cyrus called out quietly as he leaned his back on the bed, letting his head fall down.

He closed his eyes that reflected the color of honey. His light brown hair, a bit longer than usual trimmed hair of most men, complimenting his sharp features.

He took a long breath, feeling as though he is in a very difficult place. He wanted to go see Reign, but he wanted his space as well. He also didn't want to see Adeline throwing herself at Reign, once was enough.

"I really miss him", Cyrus voice pouring out with what some part of him wanted but the other part still felt as though they needed spaced from Reign and everything.

To Be Continued. End Of Chap-7.