"Lord Teren, it seems the mistress- I mean...Lady is here to see you."

Oswald, Teren's butler corrected himself mid-sentence, eyes darting down to the ground in hopes of avoiding Teren's death glare whenever he mentioned you.

Teren lets out a soft grunt of acknowledgment, picking himself up from his throne as he strode towards the entrance of his palace.

The autumn palace was different without you here. Ever since your grounding presence was no longer here, keeping Teren from becoming the uncaring high lord he once was, everything changed.

"What is it now?" Teren crossed his arms as he stood there, towering over you as he always did. Except now, he was no longer your mate. No more warmth. No more care left in his eyes. You could see the way Teren stood tall, brown feathered wings folded behind him proudly. Fiery red hair flowing in the wind. The opposite of relaxation, but not yet hostile.