Noticing that the lion- the other man's stomach growled, Cyrus snickered despite his new burden. "You should have eaten first, Rulan..." The prince advised uselessly as they continued to walk into the desert. There was sand in his shoes, but he didn't care. The prince loved having the earth brush against him. The desert was an ocean of earth... it was what he wanted to rule and protect forever. Even though he lived his life in the palace, it didn't hide him from the desert. The royal palace had big, uncovered windows that allowed sand to sweep in on the ground floor. It gave the place a very unique look. As the Casseion spoke, Cyrus looked bemusedly, snapped out of his absent state. 

"I thought... If I asked nicely you would give me one." Cyrus admitted naively before blushing profusely. How stupid! Did he really just say that? His eyes glittered to the ground as he listened humbly to the other male, whose tongue was as sharp as his teeth. "W-Well, you see... I've taken fencing lessons... uh..." He gritted his teeth. Nobody had ever made him feel so hot and furious before, excluding his better-than-you brothers. "No! I never had to fight for my life, because people don't hate me! And I wanted to cut off your head, snickety-snack!" He shouted angrily before thinking if he could somehow kill Rulan. He then bit his lip. That was wrong of the future king...