Roboute had taken a brief respite from the duties of war and crusade by basking in the familiarity of his homeworld, Macragge. He knew his father would not be pleased with such, however Roboute could not deny himself a moment of peace— especially when he had his beloved with him. The love of his life, the only love he promised he’d ever have. The pair had met on this very planet, and since that day he had been smitten with her. It seemed this whole ‘vacation’ wasn’t just about himself; perhaps he needed to be with his beloved.

A small part of his mind nagged at him about his decision of courting her. He was not an ordinary man, he could not provide the same comfort as someone else could. He had duties and responsibilities. How could he juggle both romance and war-politics? No, that was exactly how Roboute could. He was no ordinary man. A small smile tugged firmly at his lips, proud of himself for this achievement. Any guise of stoicism stripped away in the confines of his solitude.

Was he really alone? He heard the door open to his chambers, the heavy, gilded door creaking with every inch his private space was revealed to the outside world. He quickly masked his expression, donning an expression of pure and hardened marble— as if he were one of the statues lining the halls of the great castle on Terra, created as a semblance of his glory.

"Who enters?" His voice boomed out as a demand rather than a mere question. His eyes narrowed slightly as he rose from the desk of his study to gaze upon the figure which had entered his room. The dim light made it hard for him to make out the presence, his eyes narrowing further in concentration.