[P] troubled mind.

[Arkhandirr]

Arkhandirr ""rich kid, asshole, paint me like a villain"" He hated this, hated not being able to figure out what exactly he had been feeling since the news had been brought to them. While Arkhandirr did not exactly have the best of conversations with their now-- absent Sovereign, he still had a deep rooted respect for her. So far she had been the only one to make him cut the bullshit, to remind him exactly who he was – even when he never told her that. Even though they had never talked much, he still remembered when he first came to court and managed to immediately stumble on the then Regent— Arkhandirr shook his head, gritting his teeth as he trotted away from the tree he had been resting against. He could not be thinking about this, he didn’t want to. Thinking about what happened made him only more frustrated when he couldn’t figure out what was going on in his head. Maybe you need someone to talk to?- his head supplied him and he barely held back barking a ‘no’ out loud. He didn’t need anyone to figure this out, he could do it on his own. He could not do it on his own. With a sigh, he eventually came to a halt in front of the trees near Vitrus Lake and pushed his head against it. His gold-tipped black mane roughing up just a bit. “Damnit..” he whispered to the tree, as if it could hear him. Usually he would not allow himself to show this much weakness but right now? He couldn’t care less, he was on his own anyway. “speak”

DEEHLIA | ♦

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