Where Do Your Demons Hide?

gideon had come home, and to actually be there, well it was, perhaps, the greatest thing he had born witness to in quite some time. ears pushed back against his head as he stepped forward to wrap Chrysanthe in his embrace. he was so happy to have her back and he was more than pleased to be home. he was a Valhallan and it was not something to be taken lightly or be mistaken. there was no dismissing the pride he felt in looking at her, in being near her, and immediately it all came crashing down. though there was the thrum of anger in the background--this was not the cause, no it was far worse and Gideon's eyes would dull and darken as he pulled from her, "Azalea gave herself to the Glaciem king for my freedom," the words were murmered with pain and anger and everything that was wrong. He had never wanted that to happen and never would have asked her for such a thing--now why she did it--he would never understand, but he had to do his best to return her. Her sacrifice would not go unappreicated, and she would be delivered from the king's claws. Eyes fell shut and his skin crawled as though he were to be pegged a sinner for allowing such a thing to happen--a thing to which he held no control over. Eyes turned around the ground that was here and he found collision. Azalea's father.