Deliver Us From Evil

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He had honestly been fairly busy across the lands as he was being asked to do by his superiors. Valhalla would one day be his, and he knew that playing games all the time would only cause problems for his future and everyone around him. He had a lot to learn to become a king, but fact of the matter was, he was learning, and answering calls at the borders was at least one step he could take and take with ease. His masculine form would ascend beside his sister?s body and his azure gaze would linger over the darker, scared, woman with scrutiny. Why was she so terribly wounded? He wasn't exactly a sight for sore-eyes but, she...she was...well he wouldn't voice was she was, for it was not very polite.

His sister seemed to speak all the words that really needed to be echoed and the russet lord would nod his head in simple wonderment, agreeing her questions were viable, and more than that the young girl before them would surely answer them or she could leave. Valhalla had little time to waste and he didn't plan on drawing something out all day


"Speech!".