With a steady grunt, his arms wobbled as his hands pressed down into the arm rest of his chair, allowing himself to collapse as he kicked his legs out in front of his body as his arms collapsed over the arm rests. His gentle gaze was so soothing, not an ounce of hate or anger ran through him, only pride and a ethereal calmness that washed over his soft features as his eyes fell into a narrow gaze.

"Where could she of gone." He softly whispered as the flames from the stove crackled, the flames eyes blinking so slowly as the house settled and creaked, it seemed his sadness affected the whole castle as it shifted and puffed out steam from the chimney.