omg, Erin started the thread? wat? 300+
He had wanted to take a trip back to Crimson Dreams ever since he had asked Princess to be his mate, but he had needed to wait until he was in fit condition to travel again. After that time had come, there had been some other things to attend to. Jacquez's desertion had hit him harder than he had expected and he had been in a somewhat grim and irritable mood for a few days after the announcement had been made. Finally the Knight had come to terms though and decided to push past it and move forward. It was no use dwelling upon it. He knew the ex monarch wasn't dwelling upon them. The night before he had asked Princess if she wanted to go to Crimson Dreams to visit his mother and the others and share their news and she had thought it was a wonderful idea. Not wanting to wait any longer than they already had, they decided to go the next day.
Haven woke early and dressed and went to the stable to feed and water Drogon and then bring him back to the house to pick up Princess. It would be the longest trek they had made since his fatal fight with the outsider and he was ready to have some time away from the pack. He loved Cours des Miracles, but a short trip to clear his head would help him greatly. It had been too long since he had seen his family and he couldn't wait to share the exiting news with them all. Drogon seemed just as excited, playfully nipping at his luperci friend and swishing his tail. The Aatte chuckled as he put the reins and bridle on and rode him out of the stables and back to their modest little house by the sea. He called out to his mate and when she came out pulled her up onto the stallion's back behind him. With of a nudge of his heels, the trio was off towards the lands of Crimson Dreams.
It was a wonderfully pleasant ride. He loved having the mustang beneath him and Princess behind him, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. They laughed and chatted and it was the lightest the Knight had felt in days. Time passed quickly and before he knew it they were upon the borders of the pack he had once known as home. He pulled Drogon to a halt for a moment, scenting the air. When he didn't smell anyone near the borders he tipped back his head and announced their presence before continuing on in towards the mansion. Haven doubted anyone would protest their entry on their own, and he had a good feeling that his mother was at the manor. Perhaps tending the garden. He could picture that easily and it brought a smile to his face.
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