The last two weeks had been more emotionally and mentally draining than Viorel could have ever imagined. At this point, he was tired of feeling ashamed and like he was walking on eggshells, and was happy it was all out in the open. For better or worse everyone knew now that both Clover and Vanadis would be bearing his children this spring. Certainly not the surprise that any of them had been expecting.
Viorel was up much earlier than usual. His normal routine had him awake most of the night, sleeping through the morning until the sun was already high in the sky, but today it had only been up for an hour or two. He just couldn’t sleep anymore, and the fatigue was clear in his eyes as he moved throughout the territory. Grey and dreary the weather matched his mood, but he was on a mission to find Vanadis. It had been a couple days since the meeting and they hadn’t had a chance to speak privately since.
Along the way he had a burst of inspiration. Rearing back on his hind legs he had managed to pluck one of the earliest purple blooms from a low bearing empress tree. Clutching it carefully in his jaws so as to not crumple it, he followed Vanadis’s most recent scent path.