♕ and they will never understand --
[Things were apparently going down fast. Be it the state of his mind - the constant battle between him and 'himself' - or the events that started to consume the school.
It was getting harder for the King of Roland to keep his thoughts intact. In fact, he wasn't sure whose thoughts were roaming his mind right now. There were too many of them - concerning the kingdom he left behind, considering the person who was sleeping on the bed next to him, considering the... no, these weren't his thoughts. The pain was almost insufferable sometimes, and being so next to Ryner Lute was...
Sion got up from his bed and walked to the window, watching the heavy rain pour down on the entire campus.]
- "If this goes on, I will have to..."
[The rest died before finally leaving his lips, golden eyes surveying the most he could see from the window - but it was late. It continued to rain down mercilessly, and it seemed the weather wouldn't change anytime soon.
But there was something wrong - someone outside, perhaps? But today of all days, with such an aggressive treatment from nature...? A girl.
It wasn't really Sion's business, although the worrisome idea that whoever was outside could not be okay won out - even with the monsters crawling in his heart, mind and soul, Sion was a kind man. Quickly detaching the cape from his usual clothes and using it to cover his head, the Hero King walked through such violent winds to find a girl near the flowers. Golden locks that resembled those of the Eris family, such a pretty face... an otherworldly beauty, so to say. But this was not the time nor place to let this information rest on his head. Taking the cape off his head and now covering the body of the girl from the rain, his voice high enough to be heard even if faced with such a harsh environment.]
- "Are you okay? Can you walk?"
[A quick invitation (or would it be more like a polite command) for the girl to go back to safety. Of course, the question of 'what were you doing in here' would be asked. But later. Still covering Mary's head and body with his own clothes, a kind smile was offered, as if to reassure the girl that she had nothing to fear, the kind of charisma only one of his status should've.
The kind of charisma only a true king should have.]
