'The Gods will not take you from me. I will not have it.'
Reunited with his mate and learnt of his reasons for leaving as well as returning. Repulsed with himself and highly regretful of the pain he's instilled in the hart and his already failing health. All his time is spent either tending to him, alone atop his throne, or even praying at the statues. Nightmares are no longer frequent, though he's still hesitant to sleep, as it gives him little relief anyway. Will most likely appear stressed and evasive when near anyone that isn't already fully trusted, as he seems to be under the impression that allies and strangers alike will eventually turn on him, like that night months ago. Has realized the aggression upon him then was fully warranted at least. A pitiful shell. Paid a short visit by his former mate as well. A love still heavy and raw.