Don't Kill The Messenger

Kenjin listened intently as Kavrier gave his explanation as to his choice of royals to visit after the unforeseen events. It made sense that the other dragon would go to him, regardless of his disinterest in the throne. As much as Kenjin hated the royal politics at times, he still was a royal by blood. With a light sight, the male shifted his wings a bit as he began to sit down, tail wrapping around in annoyance. How would this impact the kingdom? Sure, many wanted the king dead but there were still those who were his followers. How would this end up playing out? The king had no heirs and the throne defaulted to the next in line, but of course anyone with an ounce of royal blood would go after the throne. Well, those who were not him.

The male gave a heavier sigh as he tried to think it all through, coming up with little as to how to handle the situation. But then, why was it his concern? The images of his two daughters flickered in his mind for a moment. One was already grown and well able to take care of herself but the youngest... She still required dad. An unstable kingdom was no place for his daughter and he sure as hell wasn't going to let that happened.

"You know Kavrier, why do people have to go dropping dead," he asked with a small smirk on his face. It was in this instance he got up from the ground to stand on all fours once more. "Come on old friend. We should probably at least see what kind of chaos is going on. By now, you're not the only one to have found him. Word should be spreading soon."