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[Light]

The space in front of the throne was a bloody mess of severed heads and bodies of attackers that had managed to make it in... But had failed to kill the King on his first day back in the castle, or the Lady.

The king was a tall, dark old man with a onyx beard and even darker black eyes. He sat beside Veil and looked upon the massacre as if it were a boring show of entertainment, his dark axes propped against the throne.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori skids to a halt and looks at the bodies, his chest tightens in anger and grief. He turns back to the door to leave..

[Light]

"Rori," Veil calls seeing him. Her grey eyes zero in on his back like steel daggers, a practiced smile adorning her face, "Come and say hello--don't be rude."

[CrimsonMoon]

He glances back and waves pitifuly

[Light]

The woman sighs putting a hand under her chin, disappointed, "Fine fine," she waves dismissively with her other hand.

The king stares at him for a moment before looking away, back at the bodies.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori pauses and suddenly asks," Why aren't you ever here?" The question ovciously directed toward the king

[Light]

Veil looks slightly ruffled at his question, but the king rols his shoulders as he sits up to answer, "I partake in raids with our main ships." He rumbles.

[CrimsonMoon]

" We have enough crap here to satisfy the guards... Do we really need campaigns too?" He leans against a column and gazes at the King with an emotionless gaze

[Light]

"It isn't a matter of pleasing the guards," he folds his hands in his lap and leans back, "It's to keep up with the growing population and meeting the demands of those who consume."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... We can trade," Rori murmurs and lets his sword skid across the floor," Then no one would hate us.. As much... We can't trade humans but we can trade salt.."

[Light]

Veil suddenly looks queasy, and ready to jump up and storm out. She doesn't though, and stays rigid in her chair as she looks at her husbands feet, "Your mother has already told you why. I see no reason to repeat myself."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Actually, she didn't," he replies bluntly, his stormy gaze meeting the king's stonily

[Light]

Veil gives him a look from under her dark hair and grips her fists.

"Well then," he tugs on a few strands of his beard and ignores his presence, acting as if he was talking to the wind. "We don't need other peoples help. We are doing just fine by taking over them forcefully and enslaving them. If you want /nice/," he drags the word out like it was a curse, his dark eyes narrowing, "Then slit your throat."

"Dear--" Veil hisses turning her head to him angrily.

"I'm not going to lie," he waves his hand a bit at her making the woman fall silent.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'm not gonna do it... You'll have to try for me," Rori turns

[Light]

The king lightly shrugs his shoulders again, "hmph."

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori smiles briefly ovwr his shoulder and sets out to find his dad..

[Light]

His father was lifting a dead body onto a wagon, his face and arms covered in dirt and blood. He glances up at Rori and relief passes through his eyes for a moment before disappearing under the calm mask.

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori skids across the yard and helps him push in the wagon the rest of the way," Densils ok.. I sent him up to my room.."

[Light]

"good," He smiles a bit, "That's good. Are you alright?"

[CrimsonMoon]

He nods and sniffs, smiling