[MING RESIDENCE]
The thing about time wasn't how fast it flew, but the remnants and aspects that it lingered through for too long that they became memories. Some even became things that many referred to as his preyThe transition was silent, unchaotic, but everyone felt the heat of it all.
he palace guards had been stripped of their positions and sent to the far lands. The order had been simple. The shuffle was a necessity to make sure all warriors of Acrod could fight even if they were left in a rogue landas worse than being burned alive. "You look constipated, Custodian Grant. Are you sure you're alright?" Anhora asked knowingly, a triumphant, sinister smirk on his face. e heave. And maybe inky thing alpha Ming ever saw in his youngest son was the reminder of the mate he would never get back. The mate who died because Xiao Zhu had been born unexpectedly. Perhaps it was madnasit that he was certain his mother would never have allowed. alone.
