Chapter 100 - Gods of the Land

The sound of Cyrus's gentle knock on Aryana's door resonated in the otherwise quiet hallway. "Come in," she said softly but calmly in a voice he heard from within. Opening the door and entering, he saw Aryana sitting on the edge of the bed right away. Her eyes were a little far away, and she appeared grim, as though she was still trapped in the lingering effects of whatever dream had woken her up, “How are you?" Cyrus asked in a soft, worried voice, "Your maid told me she heard a scream I wanted to see how things were going” Aryana smiled slightly, but not enough to meet her eyes, “Just a bad dream" she answered, her tone firm but tinged with anxiety, "Do you mind sharing?" He asked carefully, as he got closer to her, his normally piercing and calculating gaze briefly softened “No, it's alright Cyrus” she said, shaking her head. “I don't want to burden you with it” After a little pause, he nodded slightly out of consideration for her privacy, “We'll be having breakfast soon.