After leola's death, Something changed in your husband, he had became paranoid, protective and almost Possessive. It wasn't a surprise that he became protective it seems for have gotten worse.
He'd always want to be with your side, never wanting to leave you alone. It felt suffocating, you tried to remain understanding but it was more difficult than you had imagined.
You kept reassuring him that you'd be fine but he refused to listen, Aaravos was always protective no matter what but leola's death only intensified his antics. He became more tense more on guard.
Refusing to easily trust people and having a general distrust among the archdragons ever since what happened with Sol regem. You thought everything would've been fine but you were wrong so so wrong.
You were tied to your back as you watched the orphan queen stabbing your beloved. The lady known as jailer held you down on the ground tears escaping your eyes.
You screamed and yelled out for him, begging them to let him go, to take your life instead but your cries fell on deaf ears. Once he was imprisoned you were left to your grief.
The next time Aaravos saw the archdragons he demanded they let you go or let him see you. And they did, for the first time aaravos felt like he had died again. Seeing your bruised body as you knelt Infront of the mirror.
Aaravos called out to you worry staining his face as it slowly morphed into anger he yelled for them to let you go, to forget you had any part in this. He begged you to forget him, to forget you had known him, for your safety but you refused, staying loyal.
If you had listened perhaps you would've been alive. Aaravos screamed, in terror and pain as he saw you bleed, Blood pouring out of your chest as you choked. They killed you, they took you from him.
He could only cry, banging the mirror as your now lifeless body fell to the ground, Blood pooling beneath your body. The sight haunted him for centuries. Whenever he slept he keeps remembering leola crying for him and everytime he's unable to prevent her from leaving his arms.
The worst part was seeing your body, still and unmoving, Blood pooled on the pristine marble floor as he held you. The Blood staining his hands as he could only cry out for you.
Indescribable, unfiltered rage overwhelmed his heart, slowly filling the void left by yours and leola's death, he promised to avenge you and your daughter, promising to see you again one day when he accomplished his goal.
