A short drabble (like literally barely 300 words)that takes place during the fighting tournament in initiation.

Within the hour, he was kneeling in front of his lord's throne. The place was barren, cold, lifeless. Homey to him, but too quiet. Of course it would be, Persephone was with her mother this time of year. His wings fluttered behind him. "You wanted to see me, sir?" (Not nearly as serious as it sounds)