(A/N: This is inspired by Time Can't Heal ALL Wounds by Ladyanaconda on AO3)

Asthra, the Blood Emperor of Hylurg's mistress, had her ship shot down by an enemy fleet and she didn't make it.

When Fel'gur had told Lord Grigon, he'd felt many emotions- Rage, fury, frustration, confusion, sadness... desperation and fear... He'd almost choked Fel'gur he was that desperate and angry, as you and a few others, like Uk'ron and Danthera had witnessed first-hand.

It'd been a few weeks, and Grigon had locked himself in his room, not eating, not sleeping, just... grieving. Hard. Not even Grigon's brethren-in-arms could enter he was that broken and rage-filled, as Uk'ron had found out the hard way, and Glordon, the Blood Emperor's own young son, couldn't enter. The poor larva hadn't even been told about his mother's death yet, still thinking she was out fighting the enemy, and Grigon had made it his specific orders before he locked himself in his room that no one else tell Glordon what had happened to his mother, but he hasn't yet, and everyone, including you, was too afraid to disobey his orders with his current state.

Right now, you were sitting against the outside of Lord Grigon's door, patiently waiting for him to see if he'd come out or let you in, but you didn't get a response, so you tried again.

"...Your Bloodness...?"