King's enraged roars could be heard throughout the halls of your shared home. You sighed, ready for an earful. King rarely got so vocal about his anger. Something must have set him off, and now you have to deal with it. As you expected, he came right into your room, where you were sitting down on your comforter, ripped his mask off, and started ranting. It had something to do about the human race being inferior. Again, you were used to it.

You felt the air shift slightly as harsh words leave the Lunarian's mouth.

"And one of those humans is carrying my child," He practically spits, his eyes burning holes into your body. You won't handle this disrespect. You are making a sacrifice. He will not walk all over you.