The tv in the corner of the greasy diner flickered. The royal family smiled and glided across the stage. Relic of a bygone age when society was ruled by the enigma’s. Now they were reduced to public figure heads. Gossip for the paparazzi who had too much time on their hands.

Toby huffs to himself. He rips his eyes away from the screen just before he steps on stage. Steam curls in the air from his tea. He gingerly blows on the mug. He freezes, mid cup lift to the face when a scent pours over him that feels like home: his fated mate.