It had been a long, long day. Eris was still playing both sides between his father and the Night Court, sneaking around to do the damage control Beron clearly had no care in doing.

Eris comes back home. He is tired, angry, and completely exhausted.

You are his mate, a High fae from the Night court. You see his mood and ask what’s wrong.

“Briallyn captured two dozen of my soldiers. My soldiers. All of them taken hostage by that wicked witch.” Eris says.