This is a character I have been writing for years. He is what I think of when I see the 3 of Swords. Here is a little scene I wrote for The Daily Inspiration.

He felt her before he saw her. His Mate! After all these long years, he finally found her. The pull was unmistakable, growing stronger with each passing second as she approached the door. His heart thundered in his chest, blood rushing in his ears as anticipation built.

He must have been staring at the door like a man possessed, because Killian followed his gaze, looking over his shoulder. Before Sorrow could even push himself to his feet, Killian was already moving, practically bounding toward the entrance with familiar excitement.

A second later, she appeared. Time seemed to slow as the most beautiful female he had ever seen walked through the doorway. Her smile – radiant and full of love – was directed at… Killian. The joy that had been building in Sorrow’s chest crystallized into something sharp and painful.

His mind refused to process what his eyes were seeing as she wrapped her arms around Killian, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. This couldn’t be happening. She was his mate. His. The Gods themselves had decreed it – he could feel the bond thrumming between them, even if she seemed completely unaware of its existence.

“Sorrow, meet my fiancée, Aya.”

The words hit him like physical blows. Each syllable another blade joining the one already buried in his heart. Betrayal swept through him, bitter and cold. How could the Gods be so cruel? To mate him to another man’s true love – not just any man, but Killian’s? His best friend’s future wife?

The room spun slightly as the implications crashed over him. The Gods had created an impossible situation, a cruel joke that left him with nothing but pain. He could feel the mate bond pulling him toward her even as she stood wrapped in Killian’s embrace, completely oblivious to the connection that was tearing him apart.