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Cyrus sat on his throne he looked around and found the chamber was empty,
“that’s odd,” he said there’s usually someone here guards, his allies, anyone but there wasn’t a soul in sight.
Finding this suspense he got up to move around the castle looking for someone.
After a couple hours of searching, he gave up and decided to head towards his rooms to think on what’s happening.
As he walks through the hallways out of the corner of his eye he sees one of the doors closing
Cyrus carefully moves to the door while drawing his sword from its hilt and with a steady breath he kicks in the door
He was prepared for a fight but lost his balance and fell when the sound of a woman screaming followed by the sound of something shattering filled the room
“Divide tell me what’s wrong with you!” Shouted the woman but that’s not why he sat there speechless
“P - Pragma?” was all he could say as she was giving him a stern look
“I worked hard on that soup and how it’s all over the floor” looking at the meal on the floor surrounded by broken glass. “I suppose it could be worse I didn’t cut myself on any of the shar- Hold on!! Hold on!!” Cyrus said interrupting her while trying to grasp the situation
“How are you here I watch you b- SPOILER ALERT!! She shouted before he could finish
“You can’t talk about it yet because the writer didn’t about that yet” she explained “and as for us being the only people here, that’s because the author only introduced us in the story so far (and because he loves procrastinating) she mumbled under her breath
At this point, it was too much for him to process and Cyrus ended up passing out
Pragma looked to Cyrus than to the splattered remains of the lunch and Just shakes her head “I really didn’t think this through“