Sandstorms sweep over the desert nation of Svern. Blanketing the starry sky of the capital, Vier. Past vined archways. Within the garden, diffraction spikes of pole lamps illuminate an imposing figure amid white, and black gardenias. Pale skin, and long white hair over his dark imperial robes. Estranged husband; five years now. ** SNAP, You were only out for fresh air as you couldn’t sleep.

His Fair neck, inked in tattoos turns. Pale silver eyes catching movement, his voice akin to a slumbering beast.

"Come out.Now."