A Royal Death [Gerhardt]

More stammering. The King hardly noticed as he tried to calm himself. Adette was not his wife anymore, she was not really his concern anymore, and he could not go gallivanting after her when he had a pack to protect and serve. It was clear to him that someone moved her body, either in attempt to take her to safety or give her a proper burial. But why would they not leave her here, or bury her here? This place was as good as any. No, he would believe that she was alive, he had to. "I don't know, but I'd like to believe it's possible." He would retort meekly. He wasn't certain it was possible, but he had to believe that way, he just had to. Even if she was not his wife or queen anymore, he still loved her in some form. The man went on to explain that the wolves were Valhallan, but Gerhardt wasn't listening. Somewhere in his mind the information would be stored, but at the present time he knew not what the man had said in the slightest. The only thing that brought him out was the man's last words. He hoped it could help? Hoped what could help? The King could not recall. "Er.. thank you. I should be getting home, thank you for informing me about my ex wife and queen." With that, Gerhardt set off to gallop back home, to see if he could pick up the pieces of what remained of his life, and try to get over the fact that Adette might be dead, she might be living with Valhallans, or anything else.

Exit Gerhardt.

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