Witnessing the father and the daughter’s conflicting exchange, A tiny smirk graced the dark lord’s lips. Even though his heart felt as though it were consumed by a whirlpool of a raging sea, The sight of this was quite humorous and a chuckle couldn’t be fought. Already he could tell that this young lady cared deeply for this man. It almost warmed his cold dead heart. And so whilst she rushed to stand guard between the two men, Cier couldn’t help but grin ear to ear, thinking that he’d better be a gentlemen to Hanequin. Well, that was only if he did accept his hand in marriage. 

Looking into the reflection of the princesses blade with an easy beating his his chest, completely unthreatened Cier was. He could read the room and feel all the emotions that flurried like the wind that shielded the kingdom in ice. As if it were flooding the room like rain and filling his lungs up with hot air to his neck yet even still not at all was it hard for him to breathe. How desperate the king was to not only protect his child but Seanate as a whole was sickly satisfying. He had them right where he wanted them. Though this marriage would likely be a bit of a detour in finding the mastermind, it would not be a hinderance. Perhaps one or the both of them could be of some help to his cause, despite their current and unfortunate opposition. 

To say that he was happy with himself and for the other man’s consideration in the taking of his offer, would be an understatement. He needed to be rid of the curse, and fast, but for the time being he wouldn’t rest. Not until he had the head of whoever responsible for killing his kind was nestled neatly in the center of garnished golden plate. 

“Very well!” He sounded, satisfied for now yet he wouldn’t leave without one last powerful word. “Until said sunset, my storm will not cease!” In the midsts of this statement as if it were a command, lighting cracked the darkened sky with the most ground quaking of thunder, completely turning the large window panes behind him pure white. And with that he would silently slip away with his soldiers having been victorious.