An Unhappy Mate

The outline of Cyrus's body was illuminated by the lights of the palace as the sunset. His figure became, even more, imposing the closer she got to him.

Cyrus's face was rigid and hard, his lips a tight line. His body stood firm with his legs in a wide stance and his arms crossed at his chest. As she drew nearer her head naturally dipped down in response to his mood. The steps she took were slow,