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“Oh, at the end of our ceremony is fine.” I smiled, and Cyrus’s nostrils flared, “Why not celebrate it all on the same day, right?”
Anndra nodded, his grin taking up most of his face as he turned his back to us again and took off back down the pews, his words coming fast as he excitedly explained the next part of the ceremony.
Once we were married, and vows had been exchanged and rings given, Cyrus would be required to change into his coronation suit. He would be given half an hour to get himself changed and ready, and then, presented to our small group of friends to be crowned. I would wait for him at the altar, still in my wedding dress, and I would crown him as Anndra delivered the speeches. There would be no huge fanfare, no massive celebration, simply us and our closest friend’s seeing the biggest moment of Cyrus’s life.
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Cyrus slammed his study door behind us as we walked inside.
He had hardly spoken a word for the rest of our meeting with Anndra, and anything he had said had been short and snappy, his cheeks reddening with anger the whole time. After Anndra had left, he had all but dragged me from the chapel, his brisk pace letting everyone that passed us know he was not in the mood to talk.
I clasped my hands in front of me, turning on the spot where I stood, and raised my eyebrows at him. He stood with his back to the door, his eyes closed and his head leaning back against the wood. His hands were balled into fists, and his breathing was deep, and deliberate.
“This is quite the tantrum.” I quipped, smirking slightly as I squared my shoulders.
Cyrus’s head snapped up; his lips pressed together in a tight line as he sucked in breaths through his nose. His eyes were wide and furious, and I watched as the flush of his skin travelled down the side of his neck.
“Are you quite finished being ridiculous?” He snapped, and I blinked innocently.
“I have no idea what you mean,” I tipped my head to the side, and Cyrus pushed away from the door, stalking towards me like a predator stalk towards its prey.
“You knew I wanted my own ceremony,” He hissed, pointing his finger at me, “You knew it was important tome!”
“And you knew it was important to me that we used our own vows.” I retorted, lifting an eyebrow, and holding his gaze.
No matter how much I wanted to run away from his glare, I held my ground. I was not now, nor had I ever been, the type of woman to run away from a man who was not getting his own way.
Cyrus scoffed, rolling his eyes, and throwing his arms into the air, letting his hands slap down onto his thighs in a dramatic display.
“That is what this is about?” He looked at me like I had three heads, but I simply nodded. “You’ve taken away the most important day of my life and lumped it in with a ridiculous wedding for the sake of pettiness?”
I hid the way that his words stung me, relaxing my face into one of politeness and smiling at him lightly.
“Here I was thinking having both the wedding and the coronation on the same day would be all the more special.”
Cyrus glared at me, stepping even closer than he had been, so I could feel his breath on my face as he looked down at me, and wrapped his hands around my wrists, pulling me closer to him.
I bit my tongue to stop myself yelping in surprise, but theangry bubbling of my stomach had turned into an almost intoxicating burning. Cyrus’s heavy breaths washed over me with the smell of mint and tea leaves, and from this close I could see every single shade of blue in his eyes, the icy, almost white blue darkening towards the outsides and turning to a dark black.
“You will tell Anndra that we will not be having them on the same day.” Cyrus ground out through his teeth, his nose almost touching mine as he leaned down, “Do you hear me, Kira? It is not happening.”
“Unhand me.” I snapped, glaring at him. His gaze held mine, the irises of his eyes expanding to large, black pits of nothingness. I worried for a minute that he might hurt me, but it would ruin the way his Kingdom saw him if he did.
I was nothing if not humble, but I got the feeling the few times we had been out together, that his people liked me better than they liked him.
“You had your day, did you not?” Cyrus spat, his fingers tightening around my wrist. “You got your day in front of the Kingdom. They accepted you as their Queen. We threw a party for you. Why are you denying me the same pleasure?”
I ripped my hands out of his grip, stepping back and smoothing down the skirt of my dress.
Tilting my chin upwards, I squared my shoulders and let my gaze find Cyrus’s again. His breathing was heavy ashe stared at me, his hands balled into fists at his side again. I cursed myself internally for the part of me that still found him attractive, still wanted him to like me, and cleared my throat.
“I am still your superior, Cyrus.” I said slowly, my gaze holding his even as his eyes flared with anger and he opened his mouth to talk, “Do not interrupt me.”
“Do you not wish to have a wedding day that is special for only being that? Do you not want it to be just your day?” He snapped anyway, his eyes looking me up and down, an expression on his face that almost looked like disgust.
“A Queen does not hope, or make wishes — a Queen makes decisions, and this is mine.”
Cyrus’s mouth snapped closed as I turned on the spot, striding towards the door as though I had better things to be doing than standing arguing with him about this. My hand closed around the cold metal of the door handle, and as I pulled the door open, I looked back over my shoulder to where Cyrus still stood, his face a thunderstorm.
