An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

Winds of change -1

Speech = ''...''
Thoughts = [... }

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''Where is my daughter...?''

The soft, baritone voice of a man at the centre of his life echoed coldly through the ample room of his own personal room. The king of Midgard could not help but shift on his seat as he gazed back at what had been calm, yet warm golden eyes...now staring with almost hostility behind them.

All semblance of the gentle blond man blown away, replaced by a seriousness that was rather surprising to witness first hand.

The man who had refused to sit on the offered seat, leaving the damn thing unoccupied while he stood over him made Klaus had the wayward thought that he was been looked by a hawk instead of his trusted friend. A moment of quiet, before he brushed those thoughts aside and leaned forward, grasping a quill that he had left unattended when his guest had stormed into his room.

Something that he had expected..., but perhaps not with as much speed or force as he had witnessed.

Something that he would have expected from each of his daughters, but not from the King of Orianna. Yet again...they were living in rather hectic times, and he Knew why and what sort of emotions were coursing through his fellow king before he even opened up his mouth.

He took a moment to breath in, finding much to his surprise it the more harder to come up with a fashionable response than he would have expected. At least one that would warrant an ounce of belief and trust in his words.

He tried...

He failed...

''We are working on it..''

He said, grimacing at the empty sound that his words carried forth. Raphael Oriannas eyes narrowed even further, his fair features becoming creased with lines that marred his pristine countenance.

He clearly had not liked that..

Luckily, the man was too well behaved and polite to allow that to cloud his judgment into doing something more...harsh. Goddess knew that he would never welcome back into his studio one of those Theriatrope chieftains. Too much muscle and not enough patience..

That had not been a good day for his favourite tea pot...

''That is what you said on your letter, that was three days ago, I want to know what is the state of the situation and what do you know Now...''

He sighed, rubbing the back of his head rather briefly before he replied. The sentence already thought out and rehearsed to the point of nausea in his mind, yet not of its grimace appeared in his collected exterior.

Not just a testament of the rigorous training for a man of his station had to go through to just mask his emotions, but also for both of their sakes. For if he were to lose his wits here and now, then there would be no one to bring his friend back to his.

''And I will tell you my old friend, have no doubt about that. I know that you are anxious about the state of your first born...''

''That would be an understatement...''

He sighed again, this time more loudly and yet inside his mind. He understood what thorn was stuck in Raphaels heart, what was vexing him enough to push him this way. But there was no need for him to make it sound like that.

''Still, I must ask of you to remain calm, if not for me, for your own sake.''

''Its not my sake I am worried about..''