Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 234: Attached?

Stuck in his stupor, Cyrus attempted to connect with Sage in the hopes of at least feeling her heartbeat or hearing a sound from her, but there was no response. He tried and tried until the ache on his body began to subside little.

Ashton and River looked at the ice dragon, who was whiter than usual and unconscious on the bed. A huge white blanket draped over his body, and the strands of hair on his brow were carefully arranged. He appeared surreal, as he always did.

"S..sage.." His voice shook, his pale lips quivered, and his brow wrinkled in pain.

"Do you think he’ll wake up?" River enquired, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"He isn’t dead, so I can’t predict." Ashton responded bluntly.

"And what if he’s dead?"

"The reapers will do their jobs." Ashton deadpanned.

"How on earth is he controlling the cold to this extent? I can hardly breathe." River murmured, glaring fiercely at Cyrus.

Even though Ashton had not seen what happened to Sage, he knew what had occurred because River had told him everything that had occurred.

The ice gods had decided to take control of the situation. They made a stupid decision.

He was a high-class demon and, indeed, the devil’s second son, but he had no idea if the fire mage was dead or alive.

"He can feel her pain from the strike. I can’t believe he was in this state for two days, then what about..."

"I don’t know if she’s dead or alive." Ashton cut River off and moved closer to the bed. "Wake up." He sighed at the ice dragon and softly placed his palm on Cyrus’ head.

River stared intently, expecting for something to happen, but his hopes were dashed when Ashton sighed exasperatedly and moved away from Cyrus.

"Where is that fox?" Ashton screamed in frustration and stormed out of the room.

River gave Cyrus a troubled look. It was astounding that the strike had landed him in this state. Sage couldn’t be dead; if Cyrus could link to her now, he’d know whether she was alive or dead.

"Cyrus, can you hear me?"

"I... I can’t feel her pulse..." Cyrus spoke up abruptly, his icy blue eyes flew wide.

River groaned heavily, seeing those tear filled eyes.

"You..."

"I am going to kill them." Cyrus cut him off with a deep growl, his eyes quickly transforming into their pure black demon form.

"Cyrus." River sighed heavily and bowed his head.

Cyrus’ eyes returned to their blue slits and slowly closed. "I can’t move my body." He muttered.

River’s eyes nearly burst from their sockets as he rushed towards Cyrus. "What?!"

"I feel paralyzed." Cyrus responded solemnly, opening his eyes.

River couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was Cyrus paralyzed? "This can’t be happening?"

"Take me to Sage." Cyrus murmured, his eyelids slowly drooping in a sleepy manner, his voice thick and fading away. "I really want to see her."

River’s eyes were wide with disbelief, and just as he was about to speak, Cyrus went limp and fell unconscious, inflicting panic on River.

...

Meanwhile, in the huge sitting room, Tamara sat with a ball of hot soup in her hands. She slurped the soup off a spoon slowly before scooping another mouthful. The demon panthers were fast asleep in front of the chair she was sitting in and near the fireplace, which provided warmth to the room.

Ashton stormed into the chamber, enraged, and his presence roused the demon panthers, who glared at him for interrupting their rest.

"Where is that nine-tailed fox?!" He yelled, causing Tamara to jolt and spill the soup on the ground.

She blinked at the soup before shifting her attention to the irate demon, who had been abnormally irritable for some days.

The panthers rose to their feet and approached Ashton, who crossed his arms across his chest and glared at them murderously.

"Do you want me to repeat myself?"

"They look like they’re about to eat off your head." Anghel murmured softly as he entered the room, carrying a larger bowl of soup. He strolled passed Ashton and the panthers to take a seat next to the small girl who was staring at his soup.

"Awwn, what happened to you, little one?" Anghel inquired, noting the spilled soup on the floor.

She didn’t respond, but her gaze on his soup told him just what she wanted. He took a spoon of soup, blew some air into it, and pointed it at her lips, which she immediately accepted.

She beamingly grinned. "Thank you very much."

"What a sweet little thing." Anghel found her adorable and returned a little smile before feeding her another spoon.

"They won’t talk to me! I might as well rip them apart limb by limb!" Ashton screamed at the demon panthers, who looked like they were about to launch at him.

"Because you’re being a grumpy ass." Anghel laughed, then gasped, realizing he’d spoken a foul word in front of a child, but seeing how much she enjoyed the soup, he shrugged it off.

"Are you kidding me?" Ashton snarled angrily at Anghel.

"Look. If the guardian beasts believe Cyrus is in danger, they are supposed to accompany him. Even though he is now bedridden and clearly paralyzed, they are not with him because he is not in danger, and I am confident that runt is with the queen." Anghel spoke slowly and placed another spoon of soup in Tamara’s wide mouth.

When the ice god spoke, Ashton’s expression softened. "She isn’t dead, but why is Snowflake with her?"

"Perhaps he’s attached?" Anghel smiled and scowled as he examined his fingerless hand, which was holding the bowl of soup.

"Attached?" Ashton inquired, his eyes expanding with interest.

"My thoughts, not yours." Tsked Anghel. "After all, he did take my fingers,"

"Most likely at Cyrus’ command. That fox is only attached to Cyrus."

"Do you truly believe the queen is no longer alive? Just like that?" With a sneer, Anghel inquired.

Ashton’s lips twitched, and he turned away and went away without saying anything.

The demon panthers looked at Anghel, then at Tamara before turning aside and walked out of the room.

"Drama. It bothers me." Anghel shook his head and moved his focus to the child next to him. She looked at him with those large blue eyes of hers, prompting a mischievous smirk from him.

"Have you ever seen..."

"Do not even think about corrupting that little girl." When Anghel heard a familiar voice, his smile vanished. His eyes enlarged, almost as if they were ready to fill with tears.

He tore his sight away from Tamara and toward the big open space between the doors. "Aurora..." He exhaled deeply and faded off.

He sensed her presence for a split second, but just as he moved a muscle to go to his feet, her presence vanished and he felt a tug on his coat, drawing his attention back to the small girl.

"Who isn’t dead?"

"What?" Anghel was caught off guard and inquired.

"You stated that someone was killed."

Anghel blinked, then sighed heavily as he realized the little one had overheard he and Ashton’s conversation. She wasn’t, after all, deaf.

"Nobody is dead, little one." As he spoke confidently, he pinched her cheek, and she nodded slowly.

...

Back in the room, Cyrus was completely unconscious, but the room was extremely cold, as if it were turning into a freezer.

Night had set, the temperature had continued to plummet, and the effect on those who couldn’t manage the intense cold that was largely occurring in Antica had already begun.

The cold would spread out slowly. Though it wouldn’t be as severe as it had been in Antica, it would still fall heavily and cause severe snowstorms.

The chamber was quite black and completely devoid of any moonlight, but the cold wind’s whistling pierced the gloomy stillness.

Suddenly, a bright white glow erupted above Cyrus’ face, casting an appealing light on sharp elegant his features.

"Cyrus, my son."

The brightness faded, his eyes came open at the sound of his mother’s voice, and he instantly sat down with a stiff sigh, followed by him pushing his hair back that fell back on his brow.

"How did you do that? I was completely paralyzed."

"She’s probably paralyzed as well, but my spell worked, so she’s probably fine now."

"She’s probably awakened as well." He sprang out of bed, grabbed a coat from the closet, and walked towards the large closed windows.

"Where are you heading to?"

"I need to find her. I can’t sense her emotions, but I can sense her pains. They have diminished, but I can’t detect her location." Cyrus opened the window, concerned.

"Stop."

And he did, with a frown.

"Mother," he drewled, clenching the sides of the windows.

"First and foremost, stop controlling the cold or you will kill your best companion." Aurora referred to River, and Cyrus just rolled his eyes, but he obeyed his mother by returning the temperature to its typical frigid temperature.

"Secondly, don’t act foolishly, you have no idea where she is."

"Who was it that did that to her?" Cyrus asked aggressively, his teeth clenched.

His wife had almost been murdered by the ice gods.

"I.."

"Wait!" Cyrus gasped, his eyes widening with surprise and comprehension. The pain he felt was so great that it was capable of killing Sage which meant that it was capable of killing him, yet it immediately ceased when he passed out, indicating that she was rescued. There was no way he’d ever think Sage was dead. Absolutely not. He didn’t want to think about it.

"What?" Aurora sounded befuddled.

"Who saved Sage’s life?"