Cyrus sighs, putting his hands on your shoulders and starts to shake them with annoyance, though he doesn't try to make you stumble. Not that hard. "Stop being so damn stubborn! I already told you, you're staying here, where you're safe."

His eyes had sharpen, thinking about each single danger that could happen to you just because you were related to him. A bond of blood that had doomed you.

It wasn't anything new for Cyrus to push you back into this house, over and over again. He used to tell you scary stories to avoid you from getting curious about the outside, but as the years passed, so did his control over you.

A few years ago when the two of you were younger, Cyrus had been the responsible brother in the family. He always hated the law and was often to challenge them, stealing and sneaking over the kingdom to paint the walls with protests along with his group of friends. Said group eventually owned the title of "The Rebels". More people joined them, mostly young people tired of the corrupt nonsense of the crown.

A small mocking towards the royals slowly turned into a group of rebellion against them, something that endangered him for being the leader of the whole thing. And of course it endangered you too, his little sibling.

How could he let you out?

"You have no idea about what these privileged bastards are willing to do to us— to you." A hand ruffles your hair, an action of affection mixed with concern.

"You're my only treasure in this damn dump of kingdom, I'd die if I lost you."