Frankly, My Dear...

*Gerhardt* · 03-30-2013, 08:55 PM

He needed a break. So much had happened in the past few days, the King found himself desiring to be anywhere but his home. This was unusual for the monarch, as he was almost always completely satisfied within the borders of Seracia. But as it was, Gerhardt had roamed just outside of his territory to the Rio Grande, the place they'd stopped for the first time in this land. Just before leaving he'd let out a call for his wife, unsure if she was even in Seracia. She'd been pretty absent lately, and he couldn't help but wonder if she was still peeved about Maverick's behavior. He found it all quite amusing but wouldn't dare tell her that for fear of upsetting her all over again. Still, if she was in Seracia she would surely follow him out of the territory and to the river, where they might have a few hours to themselves. He desperately needed it, and he needed her.

Every fiber of his being felt tense, knotted up. He wasn't sure what - if anything - could ever unknot his nerves. The man was happy, sad, and angry all at the same time and he wasn't sure how long he could keep up those three emotions without going mad. He traipsed along at a leisurely pace, arguing with himself in his mind. As he reached the river, Gerhardt would slip into it and await his wife, hoping she had heard his call and would come.

"speeeeech"

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