[ Exhausted eye, a plaintive sigh. ]

[ He leaned his head on his fist, which rest upon the arm of his throne, studying the Icedagger. Soft whispers, warnings- All of the future to come. A small shift in his expression, brow furrowing as he sat in solitude, not even a guard set to stand by him. This was usually how it went when he needed time to think; To plan, attempt to grasp the threat upon his kingdom. A distant ruckus in his palace walls was a mere inconvenience, as it quickly remedied itself. ]