Summertime Sadness

Frustration had been bubbling inside of him for some time now, boiling and burning and trying to force its way free. Seraphim couldn't afford a break down though - not now. He had resolved himself to two things. First, he would get over Eris. He had to. They would never truly be able to be together, and he wasn't sure what had made him so attached to her in the first place. They barely knew each other, and yet... he couldn't get her out of his head.



Most importantly, though, he would finally see his children. Morphine's warning had not fallen on deaf ears. He had struggled with the decision since their encounter in the rock garden, but it hadn't truly been difficult. He knew from that moment that he would defy her, but he wouldn't do it in secret. Seraphim had needed time just to prepare himself for the fight for his life that was to result. He now kept the secret within his own mind, fearing intervention by others if they knew of his choice. He would not let anything stop him from getting his family back - or dying trying.



The alabaster brute was quietly pondering this on the mountain when a foreign scent wafted to his nose. He rose immediately and marched his way down the path until he came face to face with the newcomer, stopping her from travelling any further. Did she know where she was? He fixed his narrow gaze on the female as he spoke.



Hello stranger, I am Seraphim, the Duca of Tortuga. Are you aware that you are travelling on pack lands?






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