CYRUS.
The monarch had been lounging on the fainting couch, reading his book lazily before he heard a voice near him. He looks up after finishing his page; his eyes glancing towards the small fae that was floating near him, taking a moment to recognize who the young fae was. Notte had been in and out for frequently on her travels so he was wondering how long it would take before they returned.
Hearing her questions out he clears his throat, raising a hand lazily as a servant stumbled over to meet him, asking for a sweet bread for the little fae before addressing her. ❝ it sounds like you’ve had a trying life, my dear. I take it that is what has happened to you and your court? ❞ if that was indeed what happened, then he would have to look into those matters himself. ❝ would you like some wine? It might help relax you. ❞ neverminded the fact he was offering it to a child. It wasnt like she was human.
“Thanks, Cyrus...”
As much as Notte wanted to try and retain her positivity, it was so much harder to do. She was so happy having learned to fight, to be able to do more and assist her friends. Yet...the cost it came at.
The sweet bread that had been brought to the tiny fae, she thanks the servant before taking a small chunk out of it and eating. It...was positively delicious! It was actually so delicious it hurt. It made her heart hurt and feel heavy, wanting to just cry. But...she didn’t want to ruin Cyrus’ mood more than she probably already was going to.
“Uhm...I’m allowed to have wine? You know what? Sure. I’ll take some. Cause...it turns out...half my life is a lie. I was born in the Faerie Kingdom...and I wasn’t pushed out or anything cause of my mana observations. But...like...they put me to sleep and left me outside! Like, they totally messed with my head and created this fake life for me, making me think that’s what happened and I grew up outside! Big King dude said it was cause of my mana levels or something? Like, me being more than average or whatever. And he used me to spy on Euden! He planned my whole meeting Zethia and then them taking me in! And Euden...I think he got the worst news out of all of us though...”
Eating another piece of the bread, she takes a rather shaky breath. Notte for the most part can handle her life being a lie. But poor Euden...to know he isn’t even a real person just makes her head spin. At the end of it though, all Notte knows it to keep his spirits lifted as much as possible.
“I just...what else don’t we know? How many people want to use or kill us? I don’t...I don’t even know what any of us did wrong!”

















