Here I am filled with regret.

Okay so thoughts AND HEAR ME OUT-

Character in purple with royal themes and butterfly imagery who misses his wife and has to deal with his artificially-created son crashing out over being created and neglected/unable to fulfill the purpose he was created for?

And that's how you get abstractions.

He's trying so hard that he winds up breaking everyone around him and Gabe to fit this impossible mold and they both wind up going through some kind of mental break when Queenie!Emilie is abstracted.

Closest match: Bombyx mori BmN4 cell DNA, chromosome 24, sequence Common name: Domestic Silk Moth

The captain ignored him.

“Lieutenant, you will never see your daughter’s wedding,” the Oracle tried again.

All that earned him was an elbow in the ribs from said lieutenant.

The Oracle winced and inclined his head toward the second lieutenant. “I see the end of your career in flowing red!”

“Shut up,” the second lieutenant ordered.

The Oracle did not shut up. “Never again shall you feel your mother’s embrace,” he proclaimed to the third lieutenant.

The third lieutenant shoved the Oracle out the door and slammed it behind him.

Twenty-four years later, the four guards met up again at the new King’s coronation.

“This wine is incredible,” the former first lieutenant, now captain herself, remarked.

“Thanks!” The former second lieutenant grinned at her.

“We worked hard on it,” the former third lieutenant agreed, putting an arm around his husband’s shoulders. “I think retiring to start a winery was the best thing we ever did.”

“I’m especially glad you joined me instead of listening to your mother.” The former second lieutenant kissed his cheek.

“That old bat never knew what she was talking about.” The former third lieutenant turned to the new captain. “Speaking of motherhood, how’s your daughter doing?”

“She’s having the time of her life studying the dragons on Mount Hailfire.” The new captain pulled a letter from her pocket. “I couldn’t be more proud of her.”

“Nice!” The former second lieutenant turned to the former captain. “And how’s married life treating you, princess?”

The former captain shook her head. “I’ve told you a thousand times not to call me that. Just because I married the queen’s sister doesn’t make me—“

“Technically, it does,” the new captain interrupted her.

“If you want to get technical about it,” the former captain sighed. “I prefer to think of myself as the luckiest woman alive.”