When Cyrus returned to the castle with Sage in his arms, he flew to the balcony and stood on the railing, allowing his wind to rest comfortably.
He hadn't released his wings and transformed into his dragon form in a long time.
He was almost rusty.
"I will find a way to stay in my dragon form for a while." He shrugged and muttered to himself.
His blue slit eyes twinkled darkly, narrowing as he watched the white curtains that covered a portion of the balcony move.
"Snow?" He called out and jumped off the railing, clutching Sage tightly, his wings vanished.
His nine-tailed fox was not present, but someone was.
When he entered the room, he went straight to the bed and gently placed Sage on it. His gaze was drawn to her blood-stained dress and face.
He cocked his head to the side and smiled menacingly.