Sometimes Cyno didn't want to be the Mahamatra.

The sand stuck to his skin, the sun blared into his eyes, and journeys were far from relaxing. But those were only trivial things. What really made him reconsider his duties would be times like this.

Times where he was snug in your arms. Where you would tell him about your day; your voice entranced him. Moments where your warmth extended beyond his body, and held his heart dearly.

Parting from you will always be his strongest battle.