Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 64: [Bonus - ] Start over

Cyrus frowned in displeasure.

"Do not be stubborn parrot, tomorrow is another day." He said this in an attempt to put sense into her head.

Sage sighed and moved her gaze to his face. "Does this mean that you are not having fun?" She asked, her voice low and her eyes welling up with tears.

Cyrus couldn’t believe she was going to emotionally blackmail him again. He sighed exasperatedly. "I am having a good time, but you need to rest if your stomach hurts."

"It comes and goes, I will be fine." Sage said and smiled brightly, showing off her teeth, making him look at her in disbelief.

He chewed his lower lip before setting her on her feet. "What do you intend to do next?" He inquired, his gaze drawn to the frozen trees behind him.

"Make a snowman!" Sage responded enthusiastically.

"What?" Cyrus couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "That is ridiculous." He expressed his thoughts with a small frown.

"It is a lot of fun!" Sage exclaimed, pouting.

"Why would I construct a snowman?" Cyrus scoffed and smirked, reaching out his hand towards a pile of snow. "Take a look at this." Sage fixed her gaze on the piled-up snow as he hissed.

Swirling white blue light emitted from his hand and encircled the piled-up snow, causing it to transform, fold, and squeeze.

"What.." Sage’s jaw dropped as a blue light engulfed it and Cyrus closed his hand into a tight fist.

The glow faded, and there it was, a large blue ice sculpture of a dragon, sparkling in the dim sunlight. It was a work of art.

Cyrus looked proudly at Sage, who appeared impressed.

"Beautiful!" She exclaimed and dashed towards the sculpture, her fingers resting on the unmeltable ice sculpture. "I wish my fire could create something as beautiful as this." She pouted while caressing the ice sculpture.

"Yes, it is possible. Your whip and sword are both examples."

Sage blinked at him, her eyes squinting. "You appear to be very knowledgeable about mages and their abilities. What is your connection?" She inquired, intrigued.

"My nanny was a mage." Cyrus responded sternly, and Sage could tell that something had happened. "She was very old and one of the elder mages who were supposed to be dead. She carried books of spells, skills, and information with her everywhere she went and sometimes read them to me as stories when she was too tired to find and read me storybooks so I could sleep." He explained, his face expressionless.

"What happened to her?" Sage asked slowly.

"Dead." As he replied, a sinister smile curved his lips.

"You killed her?" Sage felt compelled to enquire.

"She tried to poison me, so I turned her into an ice sculpture." Cyrus replied and approached her slowly, placing his hand on her head and caressing her hair. "I was a toddler at the time," he added quietly.

"First kill?" Sage asked, clutching his wrist, which caused him to stop caressing her hair.

"No." Cyrus smiled.

"I am sorry." Sage lowered her head. "You have been through a lot, and I..." She was actually feeling bad about everything she had said and done to him.

"It is not your fault; I am who I am because it is the only way I can protect myself." Cyrus interrupted and removed his hand from her head, but she still had both hands on his wrist. "Do not feel sorry for me; feeling sorry for me makes you dumb and weak because I have said and done worse to you."

"Do you have any regrets?" Sage asked, a faint smile on her face.

"Yes."

"Then apologise."

"No."

Sage frowned and let go of his wrist. "Okay, then!" Offended, she exclaimed.

She stepped away from him and began to pile snow into a large ball. She made a smaller ball and placed it on top of a much smaller one.

Cyrus stood quietly watching her build the snowman, and his panthers behind him shared his curiosity.

She used stones to make eyes and a smile, then dry sticks to make hands.

"What kind of monstrosity is that?" Cyrus asked, surprised. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Sage was still proud of her creation, despite the fact that it lacked a nose, scarf, and hat. "A snowman," she replied, her face beaming with pride.

"Okay?" Cyrus and his panthers were perplexed, while Sage smiled proudly at her snowman.

After staring at the snowman for a long time, Sage realised it was hideous. Her smile shook and she sighed deeply before turning to face Cyrus, who was still puzzled.

The cold wind swirled around them, making a faint whistle. Sage wanted to burst out crying as their eyes locked, holding strong emotions. She had had a good time, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Cyrus. Thinking about what happened between them in the early days after they married, their fight, the hurtful words they exchanged... Sage wasn’t sure if she wanted to put everything behind her and start over with Cyrus.

The big problem between them were the secrets, doubt, and trust. She couldn’t trust him, she couldn’t predict him, she couldn’t understand him, and even when she did understand him, it didn’t last. She knew he saw her as predictable, an open book, stupid, and naive, but she also knew he didn’t see her as weak.

"What is the matter?" Cyrus inquired, his face now serene and his voice tinged with concern.

"We should return; we will have more fun tomorrow." She told him with a forced smile.

Cyrus approached her with long strides and cupped her face. "Do not think too much." He muttered.

"Do not act as if you can read my mind."

Cyrus shook his head and smiled at her words. "There are many things I never thought I’d do until I met you, Sage," He abruptly said, and the way he mentioned her name was so calm and seductive that she went blank for a moment.

"Is one of them having fun? Are you having a good time with me?" She was bothered and asked slowly.

"I am. It is strange, but I am." He whispered and leaned in close, his nose brushing against hers. He called out, "Sage," and she held her breath.

"Yes?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"I am sorry about everything, and I want us to start over."