She had become a shadow of the girl she once was, a shell of a powerful woman she had been known as while ruling over her kingdom along side her king. She had fallen into a world of darkness, one where her mind played wicked tricks on her shattered heart, one where the earth itself watched her every movement, her every breath, her every heart beat. She had fallen into an unbreakable phase, one where she was forever trapped inside her mind, one where hatred and revenge plagued the sweet woman's heart. She would never be the same, the sweet and sensual woman she used to be was gone forever. All that was left behind now was an empty shell, and an empty heart that no one could fill. Ever since her attempt at suicide she had forever drowned her brain, and as time passed it would only get worse. At first her memory had broken, and she feared she would never repair the pieces; but with it all came back, and every bitter and depressing feelings she had felt multiplied. Her divorce, her loss of the throne, her banishment from the kingdom, it all came back with a bitter sweet taste; and as she went on the memories only continued to haunt her to the point of madness. She had completely flipped inside out, and it was all because of Gerhardt. Someday she would have her revenge on the man. She would steal his kingdom, she would shatter his heart, and she would destroy every bit of security and protection the man had in his life; just as he did to her. He would pay for his actions, and Adette would go to her grave trying to turn the man inside out. Revenge would only continue to consume her until she had taken him down.

Somehow during her wandering she had ended up here, a colorful piece of Alacritis with a diversity of interesting plants and animals. She couldn't help but stare at the flowers, each one was so intensely colored that it toyed violently with her mind. More than often she could only stare for a few seconds before having to turn away. The intensity burned her eyes and sent her mind into a vibrating swirl, making her feel a bit dizzy. "You flowers will pay for what you've done, just like Gerhardt!" Hatred dripped off her tones like venom as she swiped viciously at each amethyst colored flower. She hated that color, it reminded her of the eye she used to stare into every night before falling asleep. After crunching up the flowers in her mouth she would spit them out onto the ground and continue to stomp on them with all her might. "This color be dead! Dead forever!" She screamed, her voice closely resembling that of a banshee. During her attempt at mass suicide of all the purple flowers she had completely missed the scent of another wold close by.

such pain she had possessed the day she stepped on the threshes of Seracia, demanding things, daring to go so far as to threaten a challenge. A pathetic self absorbed child was all the once Queen had been reduced to. And yet, it rang with perfect clarity that this was how things were. She had been turned from her life of royalty, and she had been such since birth, how hard it was to adjust to a life as a peasant, a commoner, an equal. Gideon himself had never been forced to face such things, and come hell or high water, he had no intention of it. He was a grandeur fighter, and while he lacked some of the serious motive needed to be a leader, he made up for it in other ways. Through and through he was a hard working lover, even if that love was a bit obscure and meant for more than just one. As much as he admitted that he could also make the claim that he was independent, he had allowed Chrysanthe to sway him and take things into a different light- namely hers. Did he regret it? no, he did not; not in the slightest, however, it...it was complicated.

A voice, echoing in the distance with perfect clarity and o how he would have recognized that tone anywhere regardless of who it actually came from and what it meant for him. What it meant for him was a bad day and ultimately he would draw a scour over his face and huff. She had really lost her freaking marbles. Tail swung to the side and he picked up his pace, appearing atop a small slope and gazing down at her to watch her, to hear her last sentence. Finally, the beast would call out to her, "You've really let yourself go doll face, hardly a woman!" A snicker fell from his lips; a chuckle and he placidly fell to his rear. Eyes stayed trained on her and limbs stayed bent in the event she was dumb enough to attack him, but fact of the matter was, he was a handful taller than Gerhardt and just ever so slightly more well packed. Perhaps that was it after all. Chrysanthe just liked him for what he was packing. What a thought!

He was idle with her, careful and considerate with the thoughts that would dance in his mind. Adette had always been a pretty girl, and even as a raging heathen she was...intriguing. she had never learned her place in society, which without the perversion of the term, was beneath Gerhardt. A woman was meant to act as a husband's secondary. To silence herself when he was to speak, and to only interrupt when being spoken to. Granted, there were exceptions, Chrysanthe being one for the woman was intelligent enough to offer viable additions to most any set of words being exchanged, that and Gideon found himself fond with her and rarely would he have corrected anything she had to say. Besides, within' a few weeks he had every intention of moving to Valhalla and offering himself up there. It would start gradual, him moving in, staying a week, and then he would declare himself Chrysanthe's mate. He would leave the rest and the to-do factor's up to her, ultimately. he needed acceptance before he tried to be a real leader.