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Sara just cried

Cyrus sat in the throne room and sighed. Even though his dark side had a hold of him, he was still torn about the decisions he was making.

Sara cried. She was with the other outcasts

The other outcasts tried to comfort her.

OOC: time skip

Cyrus was meeting with other officials about the state of affairs in the land.

Sara had become a beautiful dancer

Cyrus finished the meeting and walked out of the castle for some fresh air.

It was time for the annual festival

Cyrus went to attend the festival.

Sara was with the other outcasts

Cyrus sat and waited for Sara's performance.

Sara put on a beautiful dress and got out and started to dance

Cyrus smiled as he watched her dance. He felt like he had seen her before.

Sara continued to dance

The dark blood in Cyrus was making him like his father

OOC: Sara looks like this

Cyrus felt like he had to have Sara, even though he was fighting against his blood in vain.

Sara ran up and sat on his lap and kissed his forehead to taunt him

Cyrus just stared at her. He felt something strange about her, something that didn't agree with his blood.

Sara jumped off and continued to dance

Cyrus continued to watch her dance.

Sara finished her dance and left the stage

"Did you see how the king acted when you sat in his lap? It's like you somehow brought out a little kindness in him, Sara." Her assistant said.

"He still is the cruel bastard" Sara said

"We know that all too well. He did sentence your mother to death, after all. I still never understood why he didn't show his face at the burning though. I thought he would have wanted to gloat after killing our leader."

"I don't care about that bastard" Sara said

The dark blood was making Cyrus lust for Sara