Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 85: Incomplete

A lovely painting of her soundly sleeping on the white frost bed back in Empire City. She looked ethereal and alluring in a white dress that reached her knees and her hair was spread across the bed.

’Do I really look like this?’ Sage pondered.

Another of her standing on a balcony railing with Snowflake on her head, behind a beautiful starry night sky. Her eyes were closed, and her hair and gown swayed in the breeze.

She had a flawless appearance.

Was this painted by Cyrus? No one had ever encountered this except him, so it had to be him.

The painting of her standing on the balcony railing with Snowflake on her head was not in her memory.

When did that happen?

When her gaze was drawn to the third painting, she felt a hand grab her arm before she could catch a glimpse of it.

Mirabella forced Sage to look at her while she was furious, almost as if she was about to explode. She appeared even more insane because her hair and eyes were unattractive.

"Please let go of my arm." Sage spoke calmly before yanking her arm away.

Mirabella was enraged. ’Did Cyrus paint all those fire mage paintings?’ She asked, her voice trembling with rage.

Sage’s eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at the third painting. She ran away, not wanting to see the paintings any longer, leaving Mirabella enraged.

Sage arrived at a more familiar area of the castle. She didn’t stop running and ended up colliding with Arthur, who grabbed her arms before she could fall to the ground.

Sage looked at him with teary eyes, and Arthur quickly realised he was holding her and released her, laughing nervously.

"What is the matter?" He worriedly gasped and looked in the direction of the hallway she was coming from. "What brought you to the east wing?" He exclaimed angrily.

Sage took a sniff. "I did not receive a tour, and there is nothing wrong." She responded and walked past him.

Arthur hummed curiously, his face serious, and his eyes narrowed at the direction she was coming from. "It is been a while since I went there," he thought to himself, turning away.

Sage returned to the room, relieved to see that Ashton was no longer present. Even if he had been present at the time, she would have taught him a lesson. The demon was strange.

Sage walked into the room, slowly opening the door and quietly closing it behind her.

The room was dark as usual, with only the fireplace and a small light reflection from the balcony bringing in light. The demon panthers were sleeping next to the fire place, and as she approached the bed, she noticed Cyrus asleep, looking much better than when she first saw him. He had returned to his normal complexion rather than the unhealthy pale. He was wrapped in a black blanket and appeared ethereal, with strands of his hair relaxing on his forehead, his shiny red lips parted slightly, and his chest rising and falling slowly.

Sage exhaled a deep sigh of relief and rested her hands on her chest.

Cyrus had killed so many guards that morning, nearly killed her, and collapsed after Stefan attacked him.

She took off her shoes and crawled onto the bed until she was close to him. She leaned in close to him, caressing his cheek with her fingers and placing her thumb on his lower lip near the parted part of his lips.

"What if Stefan didn’t attack? Would you have killed me?" Her emerald eyes sparkled from tears as she asked the question.

"You are indeed unpredictable, Cyrus Dragos," she sniffed, smiling. "Talented and... odd." She laughed.

"Did you paint those..?" She paused her words with a gasp as Cyrus’ eyes suddenly flew open.

Cyrus in his dark state appeared in her head, drowning her in fear, as her eyes locked with his unreadable ice blue eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, stunned and perplexed.

Was he feeling guilty? It was shocking to see him react like this.

Cyrus groaned in frustration as he grabbed her wrist. "Sage!"

Sage flinched in terror and jerked her hand away, but Cyrus tightened his grip on her wrist.

"Let go of me!" She yelled, and he did.

He jumped out of bed and dashed towards the chair next to the fireplace, where Snowflake sat leisurely, gazing at the crackling fire.

"Would you like me to restrain you right now?" Through his teeth, Cyrus growled.

Snowflake turned to face Cyrus, an evil glint in his eyes, and they locked gazes like they were in a staring contest.

Sage rubbed her wrist and sat on the bed, puzzledly staring at Cyrus. She couldn’t believe she was afraid of him. She was terrified rather than scared.

She hugged herself and got out of bed, trembling. "This is a big mistake," she muttered as she ran towards the door in her shoes.

Cyrus’ hand slammed the door shut just as she opened it. He grabbed her shoulders and pinned her against the wall, his face close to hers.

"Of course, it is a big mistake." He hissed, his voice trembling.

Her eyes welled up with tears. "I do not want to be here, and you are not going to stay with me no matter what... Everything that happens is complicated..."

"Are you going to leave?" Cyrus cut in with a scoff. "Coward," While Sage stared at him in confusion, he rolled his eyes and released her shoulders, wiping her tears with his hands.

"There is no way I am going to let you leave me; without you, I am like Venus without Ares, incomplete." He finished his off-handed remark with a deep whisper.

"W..what?" Sage inquired slowly and confusedly.

"Didn’t you say you have no plans to leave?" Cyrus asked, shaking his head, and re-grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Y..yes." Sage spoke slowly.

"Then don’t leave me," Cyrus begged, his ice blue eyes revealing extreme fear and rendering Sage speechless. "Please don’t leave me," he begged helplessly.