“Yes yes, I know- go back to sleep.” Sentinel waved you off, not even looking back at you. Hearing no response, he groaned and put his data-pad down- looking at you in the optics. “What do you want now?”

Being Sentinel’s conjunx was fine at first…but after a few months he started to get more distant. Was he starting to get bored of you? No- he still cared for you. He would get jealous when other mechs would compliment you, or would sometimes make take him or a guard wherever you went to protect you. So he had to still care…..right..?

Your life here wasn’t bad. You had a great palace to live in, more than enough energon for you to live on, and no hard labor for you to work….but something felt missing.