(Takes place at the beginning of Heims. This is to document how Quinton has been doing since the ball since he didn’t have any threads in Autumna)

Emptiness. There was new meaning to that word that Quinton had never known before the incident at the ball. She had made him know what it was like…but now she was gone, and all he felt was complete oblivion. It was so…dull. Feeling genuine affection had been so colorful. It was too cruel of her to make him feel the way that he had and then leave him the way that she did. The fact that he had done much worse to that sow did not even enter his mind. She had caused him to…he clenched his fist. Oh, he would get her back. He would need to get a hold of one of those collars for the best effect…but he hadn’t been able to find it in Simmy’s manor just yet. Not that he’d done much looking these past few months.

He had been a mess for the entirety of Autumna, not even making an appearance for the sake of social obligations. He’d holed himself in his room, hardly bathing himself as he tried to remember how bright the world had been in those brief moments.

He hated her. That Honora Allemeade. No, he loved her. Or rather, he loved her in the only way he could love. Obsessively. But unlike his little mouse, Tianna, he did not know where that sow resided other than somewhere with the Eldouir, according to gossip and rumor. Likely Dresmond, if his coachman was to be believed. There was no possible way to leave her little gifts or watch her while she was there. It was infuriating. No matter…he would just bide it time. It was only a matter of time before she showed her sweet, beautiful cranium again. In the meantime, he needed to pull himself together. He needed to keep up appearances.

It was time to be the distinguished gentleman once again. He needed his wits and his strength back so that he could plot and scheme and wait.

He’d have her again soon enough.