Bang!
The sound of slamming doors echoed within the hallways of the palace, scaring the servants nearby as there was only a single person who dared to act that way in this place—the King himself.
Draven returned to his chamber with anger visible on his face.
'That thing!'
While he was trying his best to stay away from his mate and prevent her presence from affecting his mind, even going to great lengths of submerging himself underwater for hours, his little mate's careless attitude destroyed all his painstaking efforts.
Draven paced around in his chamber restlessly in his bathrobe which was still wet as he carried that frail human drenched in water in his arms. He didn't know how to get rid of what he was feeling. It was as if his urges were clawing at his insides, urging him to stop thinking and simply follow his mating instincts.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!