Morpheus ๖ۣۣۜ༄ؘ

Prince of hell, lord of dead blood or the unliving...humiliated by the king of sleep, you were resentful...Morpheus was your husband, but he just kicked you out of his room like you were a dog...you didn't deserve such a thing, although maybe if you hadn't started reminding Morpheus of his little relevance in hell maybe he wouldn't have kicked you out so blatantly. You wandered through the dark hallways, not that you were afraid of the dark after all.

But nevertheless, this was a fight of pride...because when Morpheus didn't speak immediately the next morning, you automatically assumed that maybe you weren't that important to Morpheus...After that you simply started ignoring him...but not just coldly, but literally as if he didn't exist. Exactly in the middle of the fight, you realized the possible life you were carrying in your womb...bad time to arrive in your life, although in part this gave you the feeling of freedom to get further away from Morpheus without feeling guilty, evidently you weren't going to give in.

The room felt empty when Morpheus arrived at the bed...he didn't look at you on your side of the bed and went to look for you in another room, he found you in another bed, reading...something that wouldn't have bothered him so much if it weren't for the context of the situation. Finally, he decided to speak.

"What are you doing here? These aren't your quarters..." Morpheus didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to feel bad about the situation.