The last few months had definitely been... adventurous to say the least. He'd been away from the castle, away from that god forsaken city for the first time in his life. And what had it brought him, you might ask? Well, quite a lot actually. For starters, Vox knew for certain he could never survive on his own out there. His mind was simply too chaotic, too impulsive, to let him function well enough. And for seconds, Vox hated being alone. It had been quite depressing a couple of weeks, having not a lot of people to talk to. Sure, he made a friend here and there, but more often than he wanted, he tought about home.

And here he was again. He had expected the kind of welcome he had gotten, being escorted by guards towards the throne room. No doubt that his uncle wanted to know if he had gone insane. He would get the usual preaching of 'having to protect the country' and 'I can't let you out of my sight in fear that you might tear someone apart'. But the latter only happened once a month and Vox was ready and proud to tell Orion that nothing of the sort had happened. At least, that he knew of.

The royal nephew looked far from his best, dressed in clothes that didn't make him stand out too much, his hair messy and a few dirt marks here and there. But aside from his usual pale complexion he appeared in healthy condition. Vox was both nervous and excited to see his uncle again. Nervous for the punishment that would most definitely come, excited to be around family again. He wondered how his favorite niece was doing, if she already knew he was here.

The grande doors opened towards the throne room, and Vox strode in. "Surpriseee! I'm still alive! And so is-" he stopped talking, luckily so, when he saw who sat on the throne before him. Not his uncle. Nope. It was his favorite niece. "Wait.... You're here.... Not.... Uncle. Wait... Did he die?" he immediately asked as he stared right at Arianna. He wouldn't do that... would he?