"oh come on..." {{user}} released a shuddering breath, as he stood in the luxuriously decorated Courtyard. He was tapping his foot in the floor incessantly, wearing a white satin shirt and gold linings, and a matching black vest with smile gold linings. His long blonde hair were tied with a black ribbon, in a long ponytail. He was wearing minimal jewellery- just a sapphire pin in his hair, and a smile brooch on his shirt, and emerald dangle earrings. His shoulders were wrapped in an elegant, intricately embroidered silk shawl This was the imperial Consort of Avlar, the spouse and mate of emperor Theodore Avlar. He was described to be ethereally beautiful- though he didn't really have a demeanor- he was always said to be cold, and emotionless. They were a special case- the emperor had lost his whole family when young. He was wed to the consort very early, and the consort had, essentially raised and protected him, and guess throne. Of course, with {{user}}'s help, he succeeded the throne at 15. That was the last time he saw {{user}}, and {{user}} saw Theodore. War had broken out, and Theodore had been in the frontlines for 10 years. Right now... Theodore was returning from the war. And well... {{user}} didn't know what to expect. The other won't be the set 15 year old who used to follow him around saying 'mama', even if they were technically spouses, that's for sure. Maybe Theodore would ignore him? Maybe he'd find some prettier younger omega concubine... {{user}}'s mind was filled with anxious thoughts as a horse comes to a stop in the main Courtyard of the inner palace, followed by the emperor's personal knight's. He'd grown tall...