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Eraldor 2100 (JacobLoL and Firetail606)

He could tell Allta seemed quite shocked, maybe he come on a bit strong. "Lets go" He gesturing to the town as he grabbed her hand and led her towards it.


He let out a deep breath "My names Cyrus" He said looking at her "Seems like we both lied about who we were".
 
Allta swallows hard, her head spinning as she follows behind Dere - er.. Cyrus. "C-Cyrus.." She says breathily, unsure of where he was taking her. "Where.. Are you taking me..?" She asks softly, afraid that perhaps he was going to take her and kill her or something.. Maybe kidnap her so that he could get ransom? "They won't pay anything to get me back." She admits, her voice still small and slightly breaking as she holds back tears.
 
"What?" Cyrus said a little shocked, letting go of Allta's hand. They now stood only a block from the palace. "What are you talking about, i was just taking you to the town". Cyrus was a little confused, he wasnt exactly mad that Allta hadnt told him her real identity and she had good reason for it, just like him.
 
Allta blinks a couple times in confusion as she glances up at Cyrus through her lashes. "You mean... You weren't sent to kidnap me? Or kill me?" She bites her bottom lip, lowering her head again as her hair acts as a slight curtain to hide away her face. "Why did you lie about your name, then?" She asks, not out of anger that he'd lied but just out of curiosity. Why would he have had to lie to her, if he didn't know who she was and he wasn't there to hurt her.?
 
"Dont you think if i wanted to hurt or kidnap you i would of done it already?" He said, Afterall if Cyrus wanted to, he did have alot of of opportunity over the past few days. "I cant tell you" He said when Allta asked him why he had lies about his name, it killed him not being able to tell her but The Hand would be VERY unpleased if he did.
 
Allta nods a bit, some of the feeling coming back to her limbs. It sort of hurt that he wouldn't tell her why he'd lied, but she figured he had his own reasons. She then takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out before looking up at Cyrus again, "Okay, so... You don't mind that I am.. Who I am..?" She was quite worried that he'd maybe just leave her, because that would hurt more than anything... She'd never fallen in love before, never even liked anyone, so this was a big deal for her. She bites her bottom lip, tears making her eyes appear glossy as she imagines him saying that she's just not worth all the trouble.
 
Cyrus let out a deep breath putting both hands on his head, he wasnt feeling very well and he was about to tell her why. "Your getting married.. Allta" He said, he was upset about it but he didnt show it.
 
Allta shakes her head, "But... I don't want to, Cyrus.." She feels the all too familiar knot forming in her throat, warning her that she was about to begin crying.
 
"It doesnt matter if you dont want to, you are" Cyrus said, this was an uncomfortable situation and the stress was quite unpleasant.


"Cyrus, what are you doing?, maybe she knows how to get to the control centre" The harsh voice of Rivea rang through his ear. It wasnt exactly comfortable to have someone listening to everything you say.
 
Allta closes her eyes tightly, "Then... Why did you even come tonight..?" She looks up at him, the hand-shaped bruise from earlier now beginning to show as her tears wash away the makeup she'd used to cover it up. "If you were only going to say nothing could ever happen... Why would you come to me? You obviously don't know how I feel about you, Cyrus... Or you do, and you just want to hurt me... I don't know which, but.." She sniffles, lowering her head once more.


"Nevermind.." She says, turning around and starting to walk back the way they'd come. "Just please don't tell anyone that you've seen me out here. I'd get in a lot of trouble if anyone ever found out that I was sneaking out of the palace... That's all I ask is for you to not tell anyone." Her voice, though she was trying to steady it and make it not break nor squeak, does, showing that she was on the verge of sobbing. Her heart felt as though it was breaking. She was just told that she cannot be with the one she loves, because of the one she's forced to be with. How is that fair?
 
Cyrus stood there for a second, not sure what to do. "Nice one Cyrus" Rivea said sarcastically. Cyrus didnt know what do, he felt like he and Allta were over pretty much as soon as they began. Cyrus didnt say anything, he just turned and left, he could of gone after her and maybe he should of.


"Gonna cry?" Rivea teased. "No.. but how am i going to get into the Palace now?" He said changing the subject as best he could.


"You"ll get another chance"
 
As Allta approaches the palace once more, she sighs as the realization hits her that she'll have to sit outside behind the long wall and wait for another four hours before she can get inside again... Which is exactly what she does. She plops down on the ground, pulling her knees up to her chest as she cries, leaning against the cold wall.
 
Cyrus walked back to the town with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground. He must of looked pretty depressed as a woman asked him if "he was ok". He nodded and added a mumbled "yeh" as he walked back through the carnival. Everyone looked so happy except for him as he kicked around the rocks and sticks in front of him. "Atleast you can ACTUALLY focus on what your here to do" Rivea said after a while.


"I guess" Cyrus replied.
 
Allta sniffles, deciding that she can't just sit there and cry for four hours. So, she stands up and begins back toward the town. She'd find Cyrus, and they'd talk this through. It's not fair for either of them to just walk their seperate ways without some sort of conversation.
 
Cyrus wandered around the carnival for some time. "Cyrus, got get some sleep" Rivea cut in. "Mmk" Cyrus mumbled in reply. "When can i come back?" He asked Rivea, he was definitely missing New Harpia. "When you complete the mission" She replied. Cyrus kicked a few more sticks around as he walked back to Everia's


((Time skip to tomorrow?))
 
As Allta walks around the carnival and doesn't find Cyrus, she begins heading back toward the palace but decides to take the long way, around the residences. Maybe he's still outside... She thinks hopefully to herself. She never had gotten his address, after all. However, as she walks the entire length and doesn't find him, she bursts into tears while walking toward the palace again, not realizing she was walking right outside the home Cyrus was in.


((You can if you'd like o: I just wanted to get that bit out of the way x3))
 
((ugh, sorry suddenly my life got really hectic!))


Cyrus walked back to Etheria's house. He was starting to wish he had never accepted this mission, even though New Harpia was pretty much a giant slum he preferred it to Eraldor.


"Oh the pains of being in love"


Cyrus span around at the voice to see Etheria, did everyone know about his "personal" business?
 
((It's alright. Hope everything's okay?))


Allta frowns, swallowing hard as she tries to hold back her tears. Judging by where the sun sits, she can tell it's about time to head back toward the palace. Though, right now all she wanted was to be in Cyrus' arms. She understands that she messed up, was overly emotional, clingy, and most likely naive... He probably never liked her in the first place, but was using her to maybe gain some sort of upper hand on the royal family? Then, after finding out how useless she is to them, he realized how useless she is to him...


She sniffles, reaching up to wipe her tears and realizing the makeup form her cheek smeared off, as well. That just helps to solidify her theory that he didn't care. He must've seen the mark, the ugly purple bruise shaped like a hand thanks to James' unwarranted cruelty, yet he said nothing... With that in mind she approaches to the outer wall, her stomach twisting unnaturally in nervousness, not wanting to go back.
 
Etheria walked away to her bedroom without another word leaving Cyrus by himself in the living room. He lay down the couch with his hands over his face. He let out a long sigh as he lowered his hands. It took him most of the night to get to sleep as he thought about constantly about Allta and the fact that if he succeeded with his mission that Eraldor and the royal family would be in grave danger. Cyrus was stuck on what to do as he started to fall asleep. He knew that Allta was quite upset too and due to the darkness he had failed to see the hand shaped bruise on her cheek.
 
Allta easily snakes through the gate and effortlessly makes her way upstairs to her bedroom. Tonight she didn't get bothered by James, guards, parents, or anyone else, thankfully. Her red and puffy eyes would be hard to play off, which is something she knows and that terrified her about actually coming back. She'd debated simply running away, finding Cyrus and begging him to run away with her. But she could never do that. Pulling him from his family, just for her own personal gain..? She could never bring herself to be so cruel.


And it's with those thoughts, along with her previous of his apparent hatred of her, which leave her to cry herself to sleep for the first time in several years.
 
Cyrus awoke at sometime around 10am, the living room as dark as the curtains were still drawn. Immidiatley the thoughts of last night entered his mind. He rolled over staring at the floor from the couch. He wasnt sure what he would do that day as there were no press conferences or parades that he knew of and he hadnt studied the layout of the palace well enough to move on with the mission.


He moved his hand lazily making the holographic screen appear on the wall.


"Princess Allta and Prince Abrams engagement seem to be mo-" It was the same talk show that he had seen in The Grim Bastards bar, less then 10 minutes before he had accepted his current mission. He moved his hand to the left again, changing the channel. He did not need more reminding of Allta's marriage to be, it just made him more upset. The next channel didnt make him feel any better as it was a new channel with footage of Allta and Abram and it seemed to be live.
 
Allta stands once more upon the balcony, hand-in-hand with Abram with a large, fake smile plastered on her face. She'd only actually slept about twenty minutes the previous night, nightmares and thoughts of Cyrus flowing through her mind continuously... So, her face was caked with even more makeup than usual. It took all she had not to cry as Abram prepares to give the speech that will change her life forever.


"Everyone!" He calls, a huge grin on his face, "We've called this meeting to inform you of some wonderful news!" He raises his hand that is linked with Allta's, his grin widening, "She said yes! We're set to be married at the end of the month!" Her eyes fill with tears, the cameras zooming out the moment the first sight of that is caught along with her quivering bottom lip. It was quite clear she wasn't happy about this, but the crowd below couldn't care less. They're just glad peace would be united with this marriage.
 
"She said yes! We're set to be married at the end of the month!" Cyrus groaned as he rolled over on the couch, but not before seeing the Allta didnt look to happy about it, but what could he do? go after her and risk the mission? He swiped his hand almost violently, turning off the holographic TV. It seemed like no matter what he did, he couldnt get his mind off of Allta.
 
This meeting goes on for several hours. Though, never once did Allta say a single word, Abram was always right there to jump in and speak his mind. When it's finally over, the 'loving couple' waves goodbye and gives their most adoring of smiles before retreating back behind the curtains. Once there, Abram glares at Allta and slams her up against the wall, making her gasp out in pain before he reaches up and smacks her hard in the same place James had the day before. Tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn't dare allow them to escape, yet. "You could've at least tried to act in love, you runt!" He growls out at her before pushing her down to the ground and walking off.
 
Cyrus lay on the couch staring at the ceiling for a few hours, he hadnt heard anything from Rivea, which he was actually glad for. He didnt really feel like checking out weak spots in the palace or going to see another parade.


Cyrus didnt do alot that day except for talk to Rivea when she contacted him, for once she was actually nice and a little flirtacious, Cyrus started to get the feeling that maybe she liked him although his heart only belonged to one person and it wasnt Rivea. Rivea had told him that in in four days he would carry out the mission as The Hand would create a distraction near the border causing Eraldor to move guards from the Palace to the border, making it easier for Cyrus to get through to the throne room, where the entrance to the underground facility was, but for now he had nothing to do.


As the time reached midnight, Cyrus was in a miserable state as there was nothing on TV that wasnt about Allta or Abram and even without it, he couldnt stop thinking about her.
 

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