Cyril opened his eyes and forced himself to sit up quickly. He felt an intense attack of headache and could not help but quickly lie back down on the bed. He didn't like passing out and waking up to an unfamiliar blanket. He didn't like not knowing anything. But the information that suddenly entered his head, like the intruders who had recently attacked the palace, was even more unwelcome. He became confused. He didn't even know what to do with Adriana now.
"Cyril is not a lone wolf! He has a sister!" He muttered, covering his face with his palm. "How did things get so out of hand?"
"What are you muttering about?" Guren looked down in front of his face, curious and with a lot of energy to ask Cyril.
Cyril would not be able to escape Guren so easily.
"Where am I, sir?" Cyril did what he could change the subject so that Guren would no longer pepper him with questions.
