A Wild Hunt

After the noble ministers had dispersed, Cyrus attempted to escape me but I intercepted him before he could leave the throne room.

“I searched the palace for you,” my tone was accusatory.

“The palace is a big place, even I don't know it all,” his response was vague. Wherever he had been he was reluctant to reveal his whereabouts.

“Agreed, but you were not in the palace,” I returned.

“Well, it is chaotic here, I needed a break from all the drama. I thought about hunting; you know we should hunt more often. It helps reduce stress and it is more in tune with our innate nature,” he said. I knew his disappearance had nothing to do with hunting not just because he had no kill to show for it but because he was avoiding my gaze.

“You did not go out to hunt,” I called his bluff and he had a defeated look on his face.

“You cannot just let go, can you?” quipped Cyrus. I could detect a hint of frustration in his voice.

“It is my job to wear you down; what have you been up to?” I asked.

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