Malice was pacing around his castle, right in front of his throne. The door to his throne room was wide open, and he didn’t seem to notice. He paced, spinning a dagger in his hand and holding the edge of his cloak. He seemed to be in deep thought, and he seemed frustrated, like any small movement would make him lash out in anger. His knights were right outside his throne room, seemingly avoiding him in the state he was in right now, leaving the entrance gate open for anyone to just waltz right in. Do anything.