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Myrtle kept her gaze on Dashwan and didn't explain anything.

"Your MAjesty! YOu asked me what I wanted and I told you my wish. I hope you will keep your words and grant my last wish that I will ever make to you." Myrtle lowered her head and clasped her hands and got up. 

"Then… I will be taking my leave. Thank you for the tea, I really appreciate that." In a very composed manner she said those words, SHe then proceeded to walk towards the door not knowing the surprise that was awaiting her just outside the door. 

Syrus was angry and he had no idea how to and where to vent his anger so he proceeded on rearranging the shelves in his study. While doing so a book slipped out of his grasp and fell to the ground and that triggered his frustration and he threw all the books onto the floor with loud thuds. He grabbed hold of the shelf and gritted his teeth so hard that his gums started to feel painful.