Stefan was enraged by Cyrus' appearance, which was ruffled and almost undressed, as he imagined Cyrus touching Sage.
He trembled and pointed angrily at Cyrus. "You know I am not afraid to say what I think. You are not permitted to touch her simply because you are married to her. Your fifth hands have killed millions of people!" Stefan yelled, and Cyrus' eyes sharpened dangerously into their silver reptile-like form.
The lords all murmured in confusion and Arthur, who stood beside Cyrus, blinked rapidly because he hadn't expected the sudden drama.
"What are you talking about Lord Stefan?" Lord Gael Inston of the north Antica, Lisaeii asked puzzledly.
He had an innocent face that could easily fool anyone, shining brown hair, and pure black eyes that revealed his deviousness.
"Yes, how could the queen be your sister? According to what I have heard, she is a fire mage, the only fire mage to be exact." Bronx spoke as he stroked his slightly rough beards.
