"What do you propose?" The King asked, his anger still not fading. He looked to Dominus for guidance, he that had apparently come to know Persephone best.
The knight's eyes were filled with an incredible sadness when he turned to her. The stoney grey of their colour was a thing that seemed to suck in all the warmth of the world. "Nothing," Dominus said. "It pains my heart, but there is nothing that yet can be done. To act now would be to act merely to fill this void in my heart. I feel no pullings of rightness as I once did. The best course of action now, for us, and for the realm, is simply to wait. Justice will come in time, when it is right to be done. But one can not dismantle the realm overnight."
"Nothing!?" The King roared. "Nothing? For the murder of my daughter! The murder of your wife, and our unborn child – you would have there be done nothing?"
