Wondering Eyes, Wondering Soul

OOC, I'm so sorry, Ger muse has been failing lately. I'll try to speed it up a bit!

Rather innocently, thoughts would lead him to his rulership skills and tactics. Here she was - an unbiased observer who blindly thought him to be a good leader. In all truth though, how would his subjects evaluate their King? Ghost certainly thought little of him at one time, but months had passed since their incident had happened and he hoped that in that amount of time she had regained a bit of loyalty to him. The King then thought of Octavian, who he'd blindly ignored - okay, not blindly, but ignored nonetheless - and who had committed suicide after losing Ghost to Segar. Then he thought of Valkis, his most obvious hater. The boy had gone missing lately, no doubt run off to some other home - or perhaps plotting to enact his plan of killing his own adoptive father. Gerhardt certainly hoped that it wasn't the latter. He didn't like the idea of going to battle with his son, even if it meant for the sake of his own life. He shook his head slightly - so slightly that it would hardly be noticeable unless she were looking awfully close at his movements. He needed to stop thinking like that, he couldn't dwell on his mistakes - only work to ensure that he didn't make too many more of them.

It would be then that she would interject with her own assessment of what he'd said about leading. He nodded in agreement, finding no need to further the dying line of speech. They'd said what needed to be said about that matter. He nodded again as she tapered off from that subject, and lapsed into a new one with a question. The King enjoyed questions. "Seracia is a kingdom based pack, built upon the pillars of honor and respect. We all strive to behave honorably and respect our fellow members. Each is allowed to live their lives freely as long as they do not divert from our basic guidelines." A smile gleamed on his lips as he spoke of his pack, finding pride welling up in his chest as he did so.

"Speech"