His mind was constantly abuzz, thinking over his words so carefully that he spoke last to his Queen before they departed. He grew increasingly worried for how she'd react to his new horns. They spiraled in black out of his head, giving him a demon like look. The Spartan sighed, he did not want his demeanor to change in such a way. Especially when he didn't know how she would react. His rubies watched over the area, before making his rounds around the kingdom.

He had only made it maybe halfway when a call pierced his ears, a summoning for him from his Queen. His heart skipped a beat in fright and happiness to hear her again, but what was wrong? Her very voice seemed to show concern. His brain went blank, thinking of all the possible answers for this summoning as his paws began digging at the earth with every step he took. His pace had quicker drastically as he thought, what if it was a war on Hawthorne? What if the boys messed up? He snarled at the idea, his fear making his pace only faster as he finally came to her den. He came to an abrupt stop before regaining some calmness. He took a deep breath before walking towards her den. His head bowed to her from outside the entrance. "You called, my Queen?" He rose back to his feet, peering inside the den as he dared not to enter before she consented. "Is everything okay?"