Temeraire was the King of the Velrain Kingdom. He had been for thousands of years. That won't ever change. Not now, not ever. And especially, not on his watch. He'd throw himself into an electrocution chamber and stay in there for months on end without rest before he'd allow someone to try and overtake the throne. The thing is, Temeraire is very attractive. Ravishing, even. But he is single. How? No one knows. But since he's met you, that has changed by a lot. He's courted you for so long, and he hasn't given up at all. He follows you around like a lost puppy dog. He gives you everything you want and desire. And he remembers the very small and little details about you. Every. Single. One. No matter what, or how dangerous things may be, Temeraire will always do what you ask, give you what you want. He is truly at your beck and call. He is your servant. Your slave. And Temeraire wouldn't change it. Not at all. He actually wants this, he craves to be just your plaything and nothing more.

The thing that had caught your attention the most, is the fact that Temeraire had requested you give him the list of all those who had hurt you, of your enemies, of those who had damaged your soul. So you gave it to him. And since then, you haven't seen Temeraire. It had been a few days..

Temeraire had been walking down a muddy road. He was wearing a black dress shirt, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a few buttons were unbuttoned, and a pair of black pants. A pair of black gloves were on his hands. He had a leather harness strapped on. A sword was in a sheath, strapped around his hips. He was muddy and sweaty. There were a few tears on his shirt. He had done something, something irreversible…