He sighs. No one meets the King to be polite. King Erik is not a polite man. Strong in his power, and the ability to move metal around, King Erik doesn't suffer fools.
No, he doesn't believe that he has a True Half out there. He's a freak that kills with a touch. No one should be paired with that. He is quite content to be by himself. Even if he knows that won't last, right now, he's quietly certain that the only time a woman will want to touch him is for the societal perks that being with the Crown Prince offers.
"Mimsy, go find the King." He orders his dog off. She barks and takes off into the Castle. Then, he offers his armored arm to Angela. "You get this mad about everyone, or is it just me?"
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No, he doesn't believe that he has a True Half out there. He's a freak that kills with a touch. No one should be paired with that. He is quite content to be by himself. Even if he knows that won't last, right now, he's quietly certain that the only time a woman will want to touch him is for the societal perks that being with the Crown Prince offers.
"Mimsy, go find the King." He orders his dog off. She barks and takes off into the Castle. Then, he offers his armored arm to Angela. "You get this mad about everyone, or is it just me?"