FOURTY
Darius was exhausted. Not physically but mentally. Since he became king he had been sorting one problems to another.... Cyrus appeared next to him in the throne room and Darius said exhausted
"Take the position of king from me Cyrus"
"I can't. The throne is not a game Darius.."
"I should have realised earlier that you tricked me."
"Tsk tsk Too bad" Cyrus said with a smirk. There was silence for a while until Darius said suddenly
"Your mother is worried about you do you want to see her??"
"No." There was silence between them again. Ever since Darius became king he had refused to see his mother. The silence between the two gradually became awkward and suffocating..
"While you're here let's not talk about her"
"Agreed....so why are you doing there??" Darius was talking about the human land where he had been living for a almost two years now
"Fooling around of course. Everything there is amazing"
"Look for your mate Cyrus"
"Why should I??" Cyrus asked with a scrowl on his face. He obviously didn't want to.
"Your mother needs a grandchild"
"Then you should give it to her"
"Be serious. You know where am heading in this conversation" Cyrus then got upset. He stood up and walked towards the window, the atmosphere depressing as he muttered
'i wonder when she would see you as her son'