Lady Ebony had not paid a visit in some time, her nose buried in scrolls and viciously interrogating the man who turned her heart so black. But she was not herself. Her normal, confident glide was a quick, tense stride as she entered the throne room. And Tirritus was not by her side. Her tail flicked beneath her skirt, eyes dark as she glanced at Cromwell and addressed Alexander. "... you wanted to interrogate Carlos? Your wish is granted." It was barely noticeable, but there was a hint of desperation, "If you're free... you can return with me." Her body turned to walk to the door, but paused as she stood side facing to Cromwell. Reaching into her coat, she brought out an old tome. "... Tirritus wanted you to have this, in case......." her ear gave a small twitch. Clearly, things had escalated. Pushing the beautiful book into the butlers hands, she strode from the room before he could turn it down.

The sudden visit from Lady Ebony herself had caught the draconian off guard. But her stride and tense aura immediately had Alexander uprooted from his throne and at her side. He knew what this was about, and seeing Tirritus not here made his heart wrench.

"Absolutely my lady, I will leave with you at once. Enough is enough, I will get that bastard to talk." He growled, ears pinned.

Cromwell heard everything, and was surprised by the gorgeous book handed to him, but his ears lowered as he looked at the Queen's back as she strode away; a lost for words.

"T-Tirritus?" he spluttered, taking a look at the book's cover. He had no idea what it was and had no time to ask but he would guard it with his life if it was his friend's wish. He watched the two monarch's take their leave with haste and the drabbit bounds after them, his emotions breaking for the first time in a long while.

"Sires, please...what's happening? Where's Tirritus???"

Hannah is sleepy, she's rubbing her eyes trying to stay awake.

"Now what are you doing up at this hour, my child?" he rumbles.

He catches her wandering the halls.

Alexander's tail slides underneath the girl, lifting her to shoulder level with the beast. He was going to put her right back to bed then continue his nightly walk about the castle before he himself turned in for the night.

"A princess needs her rest, so she can play in the snow later on."✨

Smash or Pass - Hyde

Smash or Pass 👑| Accepting

"Not...for a king's ransom. Pass."

If they were a classic monster, which monster would they be and why?

⠀⠀𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ♡ 🎃| Accepting

"I'd like to think I'd make a dashing werewolf because I can shape shift into different animals if I wanted, it only makes sense. I don't like to, but I can."

It seems Neophytos' latest adventures were very rewarding.

At first he was confused by a skeletal figure dragging a large and healthy looking sack with them towards the king. He was pretty sure Cromwell had made it so the bones that rested in the castle dungeons were unable to reanimate. But upon closer expectation, this little creature was...familiar.

"N-Neophytos? Is that you?!?!" Alexander ambles his way over to meet with his old friend whom he hasn't seen in some time. " Well isn't this a treat! I've missed you my friend, my have you missed...quite a lot. What brings you in? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" 💞

Do you honestly believe that you are funny? Tell us your best joke!

☠ ― 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟.

"Not really but I'll try."

"What's the difference between a HEATHEN and one of my mates~"

"NOTHING, I TAKE THEM BOTH OUT TO DINNER~"

"I am so funny~💅"

Finish the phrase:

Hickory dickory dock

The wench sat on my ____

So how many Valentine's cards have you given out? And why haven't I received one yet? (*~*.)

11 for Alex!

Expression Challenge ❌| Not Accepting

"BIG!" A much TINIER lamb was at Alex's feet, big wide, yet tired eyes staring up to him in awe, tiny woollen tail wiggling. She looked around 4 or 5 years old, an extra leg between her two front ones and her hands clasped together in shock.

Big blazing eyes lock onto the much more smaller creature, this little fluffy child. He had to kneel down to get a better look.

"That I am, child, are you lost?" The spies the extra leg between her two initial ones, intrigued by it. "Hmmm you look a little familiar."

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A soft mumble would escape the felinoid as she slowly stirs back into consciousness. Her wintergreen eyes open ... But only slightly ... Blinking several times as her blurry vison slowly clears. The first thing she sees is the familiar ceiling of the king's room, with all it's glowing gems and crystals that gave off a warm glow throughout the dimly lit space.

With a small tired grunt, Kitt manages to slowly and steadily sit up in the bed. It was rather uncomfortable .. And when she reached up to touch her face, she immediately felt the small bandage on her cheek. Humming in confusion, the cat woman then looks down at herself and notices that her whole torso and chest were wrapped up in bandages. "What in the ..?" she whispers to herself before tenderly touching the wrapping. It was then that her eyes widen in realization as lightening quick pieces of memory flash through her mind. That's right! .. She remembered now! ... The lava! .. The fight! .. The trickster! ...... Alex!!

In a near panic, Kitt looks around before her eyes settle on the dragon lord's sleeping form right next to her. Seeing Alex, her instinct was to instantly get up and reach for him. "Alex!" Kitt weakly called out. However, when she did so, her body instantly retracted back as she winced in pain. She let out a small yelp before falling on her back, holding her torso and mildly curling into herself.

Although her broken ribs had mended .. Thanks to some healing magic ... The flesh and muscles were still very bruised and sore and would take a bit more time to heal.

His ears prick and eyes flutter open instinctively at Kitt’s yelp of pain. Alexander stirs and reaches over to place a light but warm hand over the felinoid, not unlike a weighted blanket that could heat up. His feature softened as saw that Kitt had finally come to

She was out for three days after he’s done away with Jareth. And for those three days he stayed with her loyally. Taking tea and his meals in his quarters and never straying far from her resting form, no further than his balcony when he need fresh air.

He’d watch as Cromwell would come in to change her bandages and apply new salves to open wounds and insert an IV into her arm to keep her hydrated and nourished, a little modern medicine he’s learned from his friend Tirritus. It has not been that long ago since he removed the last one so soreness to her upper arms may be present.

“Kitt?, oh my dear…I’m so happy you’ve come too.”

What is your sexuality/orientation? How did you discover them?

☠ ― 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟.

"I think it's called Pan...sex...ual, Panromantic?"

"I'm not sure how I discovered them I was just asked what I liked in a partner and how I feel about various folks and was labeled as that so I must be that."

I know you're kind of sad right now, but do you think you could help pop my back? It really hurts.

He sniffles and puts down his handkerchief.

"Very well..."

..."Hope that helps"

🌿

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse. 👑| Selective

Alexander enjoyed this aspect of the holiday season, the mistletoe, and what its symbol entails. He enjoyed it so much he woven the plant into the fur trim of his winter cloak and his mane, so it would be impossible to not be caught beneath it; beneath him. He loops his tail around his beloved amethyst and lifts them up so he could crush his face into theirs for a warm, robust, king sized kiss.🌿

A strange, feathered cloak lands in a heap onto the ground in front of Alexander. The thing flaps around on its own, as if alive.

Leave an object in my ask and my muse will react to it being given to them.

❌| Closed

He has no idea what the hell that thing is, it's not a bird and nobody seemed to be wearing said cloak. He doesn't even want to touch it, so he'll put it out of its flapping misery in other ways...