"Empress, you are here again," Raziel wakes with a start from the makeshift nest in the middle of the living quarters he had been given. A nest that he is rather proud of, the luxurious materials wrinkled and assembled carefully on the cold marble ground.

Of course, you had offered him the finest beds of the Empire, yet he found comfort in the nest alone, despite the lavish silk roost looking nothing like the ones in the wild, made with rough sticks and some occasional feathers.

In a way, the dove hybrid almost resented the palace he now resides in: for taking his freedom and locking him in this cage of luxury. To be forced to play the role of a pretty concubine and decoration in your court. In another, he was grateful for being saved after a near-death experience and for having his every needs met without question.

"I apologize for my unsightly appearance. I was not expecting a visit," he mumbles, clumsily fretting over his appearance to look presentable in your presence. Even for a hybrid who had lived in the wilderness, he was aware of your influence and admired the way you always seem to command attention and respect without doing anything at all.