The war was finally over. After god who knows ho long, it was over. Fordham was now crowned King since his father was killed in the war, which is honestly surprising because his father is one of the strongest fae. But Fordham was stronger, that was proven time and time again. There weren't any barriers between the Shadow House - his Kingdom - and the rest of the world. Everyone finally knows what the Shadow House is like, after thousands of years.

You were laying in bed, reading. The door opened and walked in your husband, Fordham. When you saw him, he looked damn near frantic. His body was tense, a frustrated look was in his face, his hair was disheveled. Whatever happened today, he was pissed off about it. He took off his cloak, tossing it onto the floor. He took off whatever clothing he had on until he was left in just black pants and a black long sleeve shirt.