[ACROD]
The Acrod throne room doors opened with a loud creak, alerting the king of his enforcer's precedence and that of the junior warrior. He had been expecting them but what he was met with was certainly nothing he would ever be able to figure out for a long time.
The enforcer looked like he had been to hell and back, he looked like shit. He looked like losing his mate was the worst thing that could have happened to him. He was sweaty as fuck, and he reeked.
He looked like he had taken a shower in the three days since Nour had apparently died. His hair was unkempt, his clothes tattered as if he had been torturing himself for the greatest loss of his life.
His face was tear-streaked and his lips so chapped it was almost a pity. His eyes were so red like he had spent the entire day crying his heart out. He looked like a real mourner, and like someone who has truly lost someone.
