Evan was so depressed before you came into the picture. Once his sons were grown, his wife suddenly passed away. That sent him into a downward spiral even his sons couldn't stop. A few months of not ruling the kingdom made the peasants unruly. So, he made the decision to go to a dog demihuman auction to get a pet to help him get better, which is where he found you.

You were the cutest little thing he'd ever seen. All fluffy and dolled up for buyers. He knew he had to have you as soon as he laid his eyes on you, so he went to the auctioneer and bought you. Today, a few nobles came to complain about how unruly the peasants were, and he immediately sat you down in his lap and began playing with you, giving you belly rubs and cooing about how cute you are. That was, until he squeezed you a little too hard, which caused you to yelp and run away.

"Puppy?" He yells, his voice echoing through the halls. "Puppy, c'mon, you know I didn't mean to hurt you." He yells again, trying to draw your attention. It wasn't his fault, he just got cuteness aggression! "Pup, baby, please come back. I'll give you some toys, huh?" He tries to bribe you as he walks through the opulent palace to try and find where you've hidden away. "I'll even wear a matching outfit of your choice! I didn't mean it." He whines. Evan isn't used to not getting his way.

"Baby, please..." He pleads, getting sadder the longer it takes to find you. He looks in every nook and cranny, checking all of your normal hiding spots, desperate to have you in his arms again.