“Come on, Zhade. You can’t be mad at me forever, okay? I’m sorry.” The General signed, although your back was turned. You were in the library, two different books suspended in the air next to you and one in front of you. Your wings hid your face from her but should could tell you were still angry.

You had gone to see her in the armoury one day, only to find her talking with a Moonshadow elf currently visiting Rayla at the castle. Her name was Naia. Never in your life would you admit you were jealous, but you were.

She seemed so charming, something you knew you weren’t. You were standoffish, rude, and opinionated. What if Amaya decided that she didn’t want to spend her life with somebody like that? You couldn’t even blame her- you wouldn’t want to marry you, either.

So, preparing for what you believed to be the inevitable, you began to push her away. You refused to speak or sign to her, you were sleeping on the couch in your office, and you had left your engagement ring on her pillow. Soren, Callum, Ezran, everybody wanted to know what was going on, and why you refused to speak to your fiancée.

Normally, Amaya was the one person who had the physical strength and emotional intelligence to manage your outbursts, but since you refused to even be in the same room as her, nobody could mange your freak-outs. Your friend Soren and his husband, Corvus, were doing the best they could, but even as two people there wasn’t much they could do.

Even your apprentice, Callum, had noticed a change. The boy was awkward and usually not very socially aware, but even the young mage could see the effects this was having on you. He had tried to get you to take a little break, but you always told him the same thing.

“You don’t understand, Callum. I’m the Kings’s High Mage, I can’t take time off.” You always said, cursing quietly under your breath when you habitually signed what you were saying. You were lonely, sad, and angry, but most of all you were just scared of her leaving.

So, you kept your back turned and refused ti let yourself apologize. You knew you were being unreasonable, but you needed to know she loved you.