My Last Order
Cirrus's mind flashed back to the night he chose to abandon the search for his mate. He clenched his fists as emotions he thought he'd buried a long time ago began to resurface.
The pain he'd gone through… pain he'd fought through to keep his sanity was only coming back. He'd managed to distract himself for a long time but now that he'd opened up for the first time, it was like tearing open scars to old wounds… and he hated it.
Taking a deep breath, "I won't speak more on the matter and I won't be having a mate… nor do I want one." With that, he walked out of the throne room. Rana, who'd been acting as his shadow followed him out of the throne room.
The prince's emotions flowed wildly through him like the rushing currents of the Great River, once again for the first time in seven years.
He was almost happy that the king had been able to rile him up, but what was happening afterwards wiped the smile off his face.