Satan paced the grounds of the study. This was his study or was until he had given control of it to Daemon… beneath it was a work room few saw and few walked out of. It was a room that was off limits to most everyone. A room that he had used for executions. A room he used to weave his own tangled webs. It was room that was now so frightfully cold he couldn't even tolerate it.
Lucivar wasn't back yet. And the only message that he had sent was that group of… people… that had came by a very pissed off Dae al Mon warlord prince. The fact that Chaosti had came only long enough to drop off that basket of troubles and find out what he needed to know very quickly only added to his own worries.
Over the first few years of Lucivar coming to Kealeer, Pruul had been the source of he his nightmares. Knowing that Daemon was lost to the twisted kingdom had only added to his unwillingness to discuss what troubled him. It had then only given cause for him to unleash his temper and his fist…
Trying to make since of his thoughts Saetan scrubbed his hands over his face. Daemon was still alive… for that he was sure. The question would be if he was sane… then again if he was would he know that Lucivar was there to help… to bring him and the small child back…
… or…
No he wouldn't think of the or. No he would not.
Slowly he took a deep breath to once again try to leash his temper. It didn't help. His mind raced in too many directions…
Jaenelle had the gardens to sooth her while she waited for word from either Lucivar or one of the other's. The males of the court had the females of the coven to tend to. And the two healers had plenty to keep them occupied until they were needed to confirm that both Lia and Daemon were well. But he didn't have anything to do at the moment except worry and replay all the stories that he heard about how bad the Terreille had become since the Witch storm… not bad as in tainted… but bad as in no direction , no purpose. Bad as in women and children being held hostage for the frustrated males that didn't know how to live without being told what to do. Bad as in Landens fighting those left of the blood for the right to live.
Cassidy had been a welcome site for Dena Nehele… or rather Shalador Nehele… but more was needed to heal the realm… a lot more. He just hoped that the Lady would choose to heal the realm rather than destroy it. He hoped that the child she carried would be allowed to be born and not destroyed because she needed to reclaim her jewels… and he prayed that both his sons would be here to welcome the birth.