Infinitum
Heavy curtains blocked the rays of light that desperately wished to invade Cyrin Val’s sleeping chambers, but exhausted as he was from the previous night’s affairs, he wouldn’t let them. He lay face down, snoring into silk sheets. The heavy blankets cast off onto the floor as their warmth became uncomfortable. Left to his own devices, he might have stayed there several more hours, unfortunately he was not.
The heavy oak door slammed open against the wall, and the clangor of armored boots on stone floors roused Cyrin from his slumber. His eyes cracked blearily, but as the sound fully registered he sprung out of bed, saluting as seriously as he could, considering his silk nightclothes. Mailed arms were crossed over a red steel breastplate as Lorus Val took in the state of the room.
“Why are you still sleeping?” he asked, continuing without awaiting an answer. “You have duties to attend to, and you will not spend the whole day lounging about and making me look like a fool.”
“No, father, of course not,” he replied with respectful deference. “I will ready myself immediately to participate in the Imperator’s Treasure Hunt-“
“No, you will not. The Legend Relics are too powerful for you to wield considering how you handled yourself last night. I will be pursuing them, you will be pursuing the prisoners you let escape,” without another word, his father strode from the room, closing the door behind him.
Cyrin sighed, his narrow shoulder’s slumping. He’d really wanted to leave Infinitum. He had the sneaking suspicion that the… girl from last night was still lingering in the shadows, waiting for him. A shiver raced down his spine at the dark swirl of emotion, the cold empty eyes, the child-like mannerisms. Suddenly noticing how many dark corners his chambers held, he threw back the curtains to let in the sun’s warm light. Feeling just a little refreshed, he set about getting dressed for the day.