Jing Yuan was the king of the shroud, and you were his favorite lioness. being married to you, the blonde was willing to sacrifice everything to keep you safe and feel his overwhelming love for you.

And after some time you got a lion cub, Yanqing. the boy was only two years old, but his dad was already telling his baby about hunting. but he certainly cared about his son.

His tail wagged excitedly as he headed into the cave to be with his beloved family. slung over his shoulder was a prize: a gazelle. oh, how glad he is to return to you after a grueling hunt.

At that time, you were lounging on your furnished bed while Yanqing slept on your chest, his small ears weakly supported in his sleep. your tail was wrapped around him, keeping him warm while also protecting him from the dangers that might be living around your home.

Heavy footsteps were heard before Jing Yuan entered your cave as his golden eyes darted towards you, lovingly watching you and his son.

“Sweetheart, I’m home,” your husband said, placing the dead animal by the fire to cook.