"She… She stabbed you?" Aerayna was shocked at such a violent act from the usually peaceful Queen. He never thought she would do something so violent. Especially not toward her lover. This was either a horribly misunderstanding or worse, actual danger. Still. The fact that Hawthorne challenged him in this way caused an ache to burn through his very core. Aerayna would never even DREAM of hurting Hawthorne. He dearly loved the other. Maybe not in the way lovers do, but he definitely would be devastated if Hawthorne ever were to vanish one day. "… God… I… Hawthorne no I am not going to do anything about that I… I had no idea she had done that to you… What has happened? You… You look so decayed and… and like you’ve begun to wither and die… I… I am actually very worried about you… I just want to make sure you are okay…" he shakes his head, "I don’t *want* to shame you for what you’ve done… because she didn’t do anything right either. I want you to become well again. What you once were. I don’t want to hurt you."
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A growing silence fell upon, Hawthorne. His face fell from the twisted smile he brigaded to a face full of thought. A consideration he has never taken before. It was strange of his new behavior to take something seriously for there was no longer sanity to his madness. So to suddenly reflect upon Aerayna’s words nearly flashed a hopeful glint. A glint of his older self.
Though it did not last.
Just as it seemed Hawthorne was about to unravel something that would give a single hint behind his deviance, that smile returned. The wayward gaze was broken and the king raised his head to his concerned friend. Upon his sunken face was no more evidence of the old Hawthorne. That glint holding so much promise was smothered away into the inner mechanisms of the nymph’s twisted mind.
“What I once was?" He echoed, “Are you referring to that filth of a king? Oh he was nothing but a fool. A worthless weakling, beloved by scum. I despise ugly things such as him.”
The king then began to laugh in a manner that was by far the most ominous. Raising his hands just to the height of his shoulders he appeared to be like that of a show performer introducing their next scene.
“Now, there is nothing more relaxing than the silence I hear from everything around me. They’re all finally quiet. Just like me. True beauty.”