Dark Fae Realm:
Lysander didn't knock when he finally reached the doors to Vaelor's chambers.
The chamber doors slammed open so violently they struck the stone wall with a thunderous crack.
"Wed her to me." Lysander started speaking before he entered the room fully
Vaelor, who had been lying against the headboard with a book resting open upon his lap, slowly looked up.
Without the slightest hurry, he reached toward the bedside table, picked up his glasses, and placed them neatly upon the bridge of his nose.
Only then did he look at the man standing in his doorway.
Behind him, Morrigan lazily drew the purple bedsheet higher across her bare chest. She didn't even bother pretending to be embarrassed.
She simply stared at Lysander, then frowned.
Vaelor blinked once at Lysander. His gaze passed to the door, then back to Lysander. "You've forgotten how doors work." He pointed out.
Lysander's chest rose and fell with fury. He felt so jealous he could barely breathe.
