He left the citadel before rushing back to Elanor after hearing there might be a large battle; he could let the queen wait... Right now, he was worried.
If something happens to Elanor... He didn't know if he could forgive himself for just enjoying the pleasures of becoming the prince now. The first desire in his body was to fight!
Alexander's hands continued to caress the soft body of Elanor as her purple hands grasped his back while leaning forward, the scent of her perfume filling his nose as her pink lips whispered. "There is a wandering horde that keeps coming close to the city—their numbers are immense, and each time we suffer great losses.."
Her voice carried a tone of dismay while Alex hugged her tight, feeling her trembling body, likely mourning her fellow sisters falling to the mutants.
