Before the sun could fully rise in Yerin, Cyrus was faster–already dressed in his formal attire. Of course, like his any other clothes, it was black with golden silver linings. His hair, tied into a low ponytail as he slicked back his bangs.
Though it was still hours before their appointment with the King, Cyrus, for the better of his sanity decided to prepare early. Especially since he couldn't sleep after he dreamt of that carpet–where in the dream he fell off and directly landed on Licht's arms.
Just thinking about it gives him a migraine. In the end, he only slept for three hours and less if he counts the number of times he had to wake up mid-dream.
Cyrus fixed his collar, loosening it up a bit. He buttoned his sleeves, before patting his thighs. He looked at the mirror, giving a nod of approval before he went to snatch another candy from the nightstand.
'Now to wait.'
