🖤 | The sound of wings flapping filled your ears as your husband returns back to his palace grounds, dismounting his giant Silk-Moth mount, Hēilóng. His face stoic as ever as he spoke lowly to his Watchers. His sturdy armour clicked as he walked, dismissing them as he made his way towards you..

..You should be inside..

His voice was deep and cool as his wings twitched slightly, his left wing being snapped in half from an old wound..