date — march nineteenth time — three in the afternoon location — bunkers beneath castle status — closed to @nyssc
His kingdom had crumbled before his very eyes as the screams and terror of everyone he was crowned to protect wasn’t. He had one responsibility — a responsibility that he had failed to uphold. He had been the first in the bunkers with his citizens soon to follow with silvers being the first to enter. He could see the way they looked at him as if he was supposed to do more than just stand there, which triggered a response. He soon found that blankets and any supplies he could get his hands on were the appropriate response in this situation, but his hands shook too much to do anything but stare.
Soon enough — He found that his words were valuable for encouragement, so he started to exchange words with anyone that cared to listen ; to influence anyone he could to stay strong. It wasn’t until he say the figure of a friend, curled in the corner with blood stained hair that he realized the reality around him. Once in childhood, he would have surrounded her with his arm and protected her from having to look up and see the chaos around them, but they were no longer children and such actions were not for a king. Therefore, he found that a simple kneel in front of her would be enough as he lightly placed a hand on her knee, trying to direct her attention to him.
“ Nyssa, are you okay? “ Orion could only ask the question as his voice threatened to break when he saw how truly broken his citizens were. She was strong. She was unstoppable if he needed, but he found that this destruction could easily touch anyone.