Bridges

Three days had now passed since the event had taken place. Since he'd said goodbye to his ladylove and she'd gone away. A man had come to inform him of her death, but upon going to where the body supposedly laid they found the ground to be void of her frame. Carried away for healing, he was sure, but where? Who would take her in? Well, in all honesty, he would have. If he had found her body there, he would have brought her home, seen that she was taken care of and given a good life. Even if she had been dead, he would have seen to a proper burial. His ex Queen deserved that much, if not more. No, she deserved more, more than he could offer.

Still, thoughts of her had gradually decreased over the days, and he no longer felt like the bottomless pit of emotions he had been on the first night without her. The den was slowly becoming a less horrible place to be, and gradually he was slipping back into the kind of King he had been, the kind of King he would always be. The realization that Seracia needed to be informed before the rumors started flowing had crossed his mind countless times, but he could not bring himself to stand before them just yet, not without knowing how he would break the news to them that their Queen was gone, possibly dead.

All of these thoughts flitted away, however, when a powerful call split the Kingdom. The King lifted his crown with interest, pivoting to face the noise. The sounder must've been just at the borders. Another prospective member? No, it sounded.. different than that. Head tilting slightly, Gerhardt paced toward the borders, a spring in his step that had not been there the day before. Still, he did not carry himself as he once had, the King suspected he'd never be totally the same as before. This event would change him totally, he knew it deep down.

As he came upon the scene he found a storm colored man that he recognized at least partially. The Valhallan King, was it? Boy, this was a surprise. Gerhardt gave a smile and a dip of his head, coming to a stop just on his side of the border. "Good day to you, sir. Collision, is it? Welcome to the Kingdom of Seracia." Tone held a more natural note than it would have had the man showed up a day ago, or even two - for that matter. And yet, somewhere deep within the notes was a hollowness that had not been there before, a vague lack of something that even the King wasn't sure of. Curiosity piqued in violet eyes as he gazed at the Valhallan King, wondering what brought him this way. He wondered, briefly, if this was about his son Maverick who supposedly had his eye on a Valhallan princess.

"Speech"