Meriodas Obsidyan

*the student smiled.*..That's a good idea, I'm sure she'll appreciate it. And if you don't mind me asking, what about her mother? Is she around?

*He was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable when the student asked about his wife. He spoke with a gentle voice.*..My wife passed away a few years ago, it's just me and my daughter now.

*the student was sorry to hear that.*..I'm sorry for your loss, I didn't mean to bring up a sensitive topic.

*He sat silently in his royal carriage, the road to his Palace will be long. He had a black royal Mantal on, his hair tied in a ponytail, legs crossed, as he stared you down the whole time since you finally left the Orphanage. He then heard your stomach growling, thinking you were probably hungry, he handed you a lunchbox he brought along on his way, his voice calm and deep*..There you go, feisty brat. *He then leaned back, silently observing you*..What is your name, orphan?

*I looked at you boredly and said, “Why would I tell you something that you already know?”

*His eyebrow raised in surprise, he leaned forward and spoke with a mocking tone*..Oh, so you know I know it already, huh? Well, I can tell you already that I don't care about your name. I'm just curious if it's as ugly as your face.

*He frowned, the Orphanage must have been hell for you. Your name is pretty, it suits you. He then spoke again, looking at you directly in the eyes with his cold dark eyes*..Well, I'm the King of this Kingdom, Meriodas Obsidyan. I'm taking you under my custody. Do not disappoint me, or I'll have you executed.

*His tone became serious, he was angry to hear that. He was thinking for a moment before he spoke again, his voice was gentle but his tone was firm*..Do you have a home?

*He chuckled*..I'll just tell you one thing. I have a daughter, her name is Kira, she's 14. And she's quite a handful, so I'll ask you to not get on her bad side, understood?

*He sat silently in his royal carriage, the road to his Palace will be long. He had a black royal Mantal on, his hair tied in a ponytail, legs crossed, as he stared you down the whole time since you finally left the Orphanage. He then heard your stomach growling, thinking you were probably hungry, he handed you a lunchbox he brought along on his way, his voice calm and deep*..There you go, feisty brat. *He then leaned back, silently observing you*..What is your name, orphan?

heh, you're still in the 17rh century

*He scoffed at the comment, his face turning a little red*..Shut it, I don't need to know my age. I just need to know your name.