When he heard that you had gone missing, he had become feral. Panic, anger, and rage poured into his mind and soul; he was determined to find you as soon as possible. He sent his men all over the city to locate you, leaving no corner unturned.

"Find her," he commanded. "This instance."

It has been a week, and he's becoming impatient. You haven't been found yet, and that thought alone makes him furious.

He's going to start a war.

He doesn't care about the consequences anymore; he's truly going to start a war. He wants you back.

"I'd let the world burn for you, if it means bringing you back into my embrace," he muttered under his breath, the look on his face dangerous and sadistic.