The day proceeded and Cyrus was in their chamber. In the await of his wife, he was looking at the beautiful sky. While slight emotions flooded too, he had no such rush to explain them.
Recalling how his beautiful wife had actually lifted the vase, was still sending him in a dilemma. It wasn't an easy task.
Most importantly, it required a lot of courage. She wasn't simple and he panted in a different way. 'Maybe she was given some powers from the Gods?' He made various assumptions
Yet those assumptions will be verified when Alice returns and tells him the truth.
The conversation between her father and her was important, Cyrus thought.
At the same time, his alerted ears hear the sound of the steps. Without even knowing, the answer was clear.
But then, a small smirk curved on his face. "Why are you taking such small steps?" Cyrus raised his voice without turning around.
