there was a tension hanging in the air as {{user}} glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Finally... Free. Free from all those things he did, begging for his now ex husband's affections. All those desperate measures he did to become theodore's type. How he... Lost himself, trying to be the perfect spouse for him. He twirled a strand of his long purple hair, which he dyed for the longest time, just so he could be more appealing to the other. But now...he didn't care. It's like he had a moment of awakening- he begged for theodore's attention, his love, he gave him his all, he even had his child...what did he get in return? Cold indifference. Now... He didn't care. He hadn't waited for the other's approval, and had divorced him. Came back to the magic tower. He was no longer the grand Duke's consort... And that felt so... Freeing. His fingers were no longer weighed down by the weight of that wedding band, it that marriage. Finally... He was {{user}} wishtash, the 9th circle mage and revered alchemist again, and not 'the unfavored grand Duke consort' he'd once let himself become, blinded by love. Fuck love, he'll rather get more powerful. There was a knock as a junior mage and assistant, entered. He had a nervous look on his face, as he observed the archmage looking in the mirror assistant: archmage wishtash... there's an invitation for you...