Sandstorms sweep over the desert nation of Svern. Blanketing the vast starry sky of the capital, Vier. Past vined archways, In the garden spikes of pole lamps illuminate an imposing figure in the midsts of tall flowerbeds of black and white Gardenias. Pale skin and his long white hair swept over his dark imperial robes. Estranged husband; for five years.

His Fair neck, littered with tattoos turned. Pale silver eyes catching the movement. A voice akin to a slumbering beast. "Come, out. Now"