Married To The Last Ice Dragon-Chapter 82: I have no plans to leave

Ava was gasping for air as she approached the throne room. Sage and Venus were so fast that she wondered if she was the one who was slow.

Standing up straight, she gasped as she noticed Sage walking towards her, looking furious.

"My queen?" Ava called, puzzled.

Sage was standing in front of her. "Please, a ribbon." She requested firmly.

Ava blinked and hesitantly took a white hair ribbon from the pocket of her gown. "Here queen."

"Thank you." Sage smiled as she accepted the ribbon.

She shook her head, allowing her hair to flow before tying it into a ponytail with the ribbon, some strands falling on her brow.

Ava was awestruck by her beauty, but she couldn’t take her gaze away from Sage’s deep frown, which made her wonder what had happened between her and Cyrus.

She was in the dining room with Sage when the demon panther wanted to eat her last bite and had chased after them to the throne room. Ava regretted not intervening because she was well aware that Cyrus had been killing guards all morning while Sage wasn’t.

"Would you mind taking me to the dungeon?" Sage asked abruptly, and Ava felt her heart skip a beat.

"W..what? My queen, that is a restricted area." Ava responded hesitantly.

"When did the water mage escape? How long has he been here?" Sage demanded angrily, as if Ava was the one who imprisoned Darren.

"On the same day you and his Majesty vanished." Ava responded because no one knew Cyrus and Sage had gone on a trip. "And I found out that there was a water mage in the castle on the same day. It is none of my business because my job does not require me to know all of the inmates in the dungeon."

Sage sighed, frustrated. "Of course," she said as she walked past Ava, taking off her coat and tossing it to the ground.

Ava turned and watched the queen walk down the hall. "She is a real hothead." She laughed and cleared her throat stiffly.

Sage moved freely in her royal gown, stretching out her hands. Even with the coat, she ran freely without feeling burdened, but the stress and anger she was feeling at the moment made it feel like four ice sculptures were resting on her shoulders.

The maids and guards all bowed their heads as she walked past them, a deep frown on her face. Despite being captivated by her beauty, they could sense a heavy tension that made them fearful of her.

She arrived in front of the castle’s wide open doors. The guards outside the door stood like statues, but they couldn’t help but stare her.

Sage was about to walk out when she heard, "Sage," It was Arthur.

Sage turned to face him, his smile as bright as ever. "What?" She asked, clearly annoyed.

Arthur blinked quickly as he sensed her rage. "Where are you heading to?"

"Did Cyrus send you?" Sage screamed angrily.

"N..no." Arthur laughed hesitantly. "You do not have a coat on, and it is cold outside." He laughed.

"Are you my friend?" Sage asked abruptly and took a step towards him.

"Y...yes," Arthur nervously laughed.

"Then why didn’t you tell me Cyrus had captured and imprisoned my friend in the castle?" She screamed angrily.

Arthur’s smile faded for a split second before reappearing even brighter. "I was ordered not to," he said.

Sage laughed. "Unfortunately, I do not care." She averted her gaze. "How long has he been here?" Sage inquired once more, this time with a deep sigh.

"A couple of weeks," Arthur replied slowly.

"Cyrus," Sage grumbled as she walked away.

Arthur let out a deep sigh and lowered his head. The cold became more intense than usual for him. He gasped and turned to see Cyrus in a dark state, expressionless.

"Damn! Are they going to fight or what?" Tensely, Arthur murmured.

Cyrus’ gaze was drawn to the bright space between the open doors. "Report."

"The lords of the east, west, and north arrived in the castle last night... before we arrived, sire." Arthur informed.

"The castle is filling up," Cyrus hissed as he exited the castle.

Arthur nervously ruffled his hair. "Uh oh."

Sage inhaled deeply and wrapped her arms around herself in front of the castle. It was getting so cold that she couldn’t feel her arms.

She realised that Cyrus had captured Darren the moment she told him his name. But why is that? To kill him?

If Cyrus had wanted to kill him, he would have done so instead of imprisoning him.

She couldn’t believe Darren had been trapped in the castle for so long and had only recently escaped. He was probably in pain while she was having fun. She wondered how he’d react if he saw the Credia ruins, and what if he ran into the Statkus mages?

Sage was enraged and relieved that she had taught Cyrus a lesson.

"You have been having fun hurting me lately," a familiar deep cold voice said behind her.

"You have earned it and more." Sage said, dropping her arms and clenching her fists. "You never fail to deceive and disappoint me." She snarled.

"I find you biting my lips sensual and arousing, but your approach reveals that unfortunate arrogance that will drive me to end your obnoxious existence."

Sage took a deep breath and swallowed hard. His voice sounded emotionless, cold, and menacing.

"Screw you." She sighed and turned to face Cyrus who was in his dark state. "How did that trigger your dark state? I didn’t stab you, did I?" She asked with frustration and rolled her eyes.

"You ran away like a child I almost thought you were about you to escape again." He spoke calmly, his blue slit eyes narrowing at her.

"If I escape, you will kill me won’t you?" Sage asked and scoffed.

"Not right away; I will preserve slow torture for you." Cyrus responded, his face expressionless as ever.

Sage nodded. This was her husband, but the totally heartless him, and he appeared to want to hurt her to teach her a lesson, even though it wasn’t written on his face.

"I have no plans to leave." Sage sighed, fire sparks flashing on her fists.

"Unpreserved fast torture then," Cyrus said casually before unleashing a powerful energy blast at her.