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Lillith had been the one to get him up today, bright and early, which was unusual for her. Usually Romulus was the one waking up the sleeping beauty in her bedroom, more often than not with little kisses and bright smiles. For Lil to wake up before him, that meant she must have had something planned for their day. Lately their trips had been to the north, into the much colder climates to adjust their coats for their eventual hike up to the far north. It had taken him a few minutes to get up and get ready, so Lillith had already headed off for the border, clearly too anxious about whatever it was she wanted to go see to wait up for his lazy ass. After a quick bite to eat, he headed out of the castle due south, following Lillith's scent trail across the plains and to the borders of the pack's territories.

He spotted the gorgeous silvery and snow fae he was wild about waiting for him where the plains rolled up into cresting hills, gazing off at the horizon as if she were looking for something in particular. Roman smiled as he approached her, also unaware of the danger that lurked just below the ridge of the hills. "Good morning," he remarked, although with the sun only just cresting the horizon to create dawn, calling this "morning" seemed like a generous offer. "So what's got you so hyped up today?" He raised a brow over curious steel eyes while he came up alongside her, intentionally brushing his side along hers as he did.

"Speech"