We Are Flying

At Morpheus' urging, Ember held the reins of her horse and walked back to where Erlos and Aureus were standing. As for those orcs who were starting to show signs of restlessness, Morpheus glared at them, warning them to not even think about attacking them. His wings began to show hints of gold as he released a bit of divine energy, causing the blade-like feathers on his majestic wings to look particularly intimidating. None of the orcs dared make another sound.

Ember, walking beside her pure white horse, with Morpheus just behind her, his wings spread to the fullest. 

Aureus could not help but sigh at the sight of his uncle acting like a protective knight loyal only towards his queen. It reminded him of how he felt for Seren. 'If only he can see how beautiful they look together like this.'