Last night, Skaal had a special guest known as Lord Ikua. Lord Ikua's mission was total dominance over the north, especially where Skaal resided. When Vali refused to submit, Ikua declared war and because of that, the Jarl was up at 6 AM. Weeks prior Skaal was visited by Rune Knights led by a wind mage who was searching for Vali in particular. That Knight was the reason why Skaal was in its current state. It seemed that for whatever reason, Skaal had a target on their back. Needless to say that Vali was to blame for that. The young Leader had so many things to think about now. He had so many people depending on him, but there was one person in particular that crossed his mind the most.

When Vali first arrived home last night he was informed that Priscilla was indeed in the village...but she hadn't left her home for who knows how long. Of course, the silver-haired Viking made it his business to check on her but when he visited, she would not open the door. He knew she was there though because he could smell her not to mention she smelled much like she usually did. Perhaps she just needed space, Val thought. So, he gave her space. Now he was here early this morning to see her. This time, he would demand his way in as Jarl. A part of him couldn't think straight knowing Priscilla was dealing with something on her own.

As he walked towards her home, he was followed by a posse of two guards. Priscilla... he thought to himself. The young Desiertan realized how distant Priscilla was for a while. He went through a phase- a destructive one and in the process, he was sure that he had taken Priscilla for granted. He balled his fist up, angered with himself again. He had done so many things wrong in such a short amount of time, he had unintentionally pushed so many people away. He had been selfish... It was time to become a man. It was time to be there for the one person who was always there for him no matter what he went through; Priscilla. With a stronger sense of purpose, he approached Priscilla's door.

The werewolf turned to his men before nodding, which meant that they could leave him be. They were worried too, just as many of the other villagers were. Solitude was sacred though, it was taboo to invade someone's privacy. She didn't need any more alone time, Val thought. He needed to make sure she wasn't injured from the war with the Knights or wasn't driving herself crazy. For a moment there was silence. The tanned man put his ear to the door to see if he could hear anything, but there was nothing. Slowly he raised his hand before knocking. "Priscilla...." He began. "Priscilla, it's me." he sighed.

"Open the door." ... "Please." he said in Icebergan. Surely if she didn't speak fluent Icebergan by now, she'd know what "please" meant.

The purple haired Mistress finally approached the door and opened it slightly. She didn't unlock it, which meant it was already open. All this time it was unlocked? The Jarl wasn't surprised that people didn't enter her home though, or try because truthfully there was too much going on. The easiest thing to do at this time was respect the privacy of people who obviously wanted it. Val pushed open the door, seeing the inside of her house completely dark. It was quite cold too, but nothing either of them couldn't handle. In silence the Titan trailed behind Priscilla. She wore a gray sleevless shirt, black pants and walked around barefoot.

Not even her weapons were attached to her body. Vali himself carried his golden sword on his hip, sheathed. His Vanguard armor covered his body. The last time Priscilla had seen Vali, his hair was red, longer, and messy. Now he had washed the dye out and cut his hair, feeling like himself a little more. It was safe to say that his "Mad Titan" days were over. He was no longer as angry as he was when he was acting out. Now he was much colder and quieter but still kind and proud. The Desiertan watched the woman as she sat down in her chair. There were dark colored bags under her eyes, proof that she hadn't slept in a while. The young noble raised an eyebrow as Priscilla proceeded to speak.

"The Rune Knights. They killed many of us and imprisoned others." He said calmly. His voice was filled with a hint of anger and regret. Apparently, Priscilla wasn't in the village when it happened which was probably a good thing. If she was here then she may have been killed or imprisoned too. "I'll make everything better though, do not worry yourself." His accent was still there- not as thick as before, but still there. He didn't want to give Priscilla the details of his plans at this very moment because her health was more important. "You look like you haven't slept in days. What's wrong?" He asked before slowly moving closer towards here. "Everyone's concerned." he said gently. Though he was probably the most worried about her.

Trauma...this is what it did to people.

Vali understood what Priscilla was going through to an extent. When his mind was consumed by the darkness, he would twitch often too. Now, he still has those twitches but they're getting better. Twitching just meant that he was anxious and fighting his body's urge to do something totally wicked. The Jarl glanced down at her had before his eyes landed on her eyes again. He rubbed his hands through his hair and sighed. This was his fault, he thought. He turned Priscilla into a werewolf which in turn pushed her further into the darkness. He wished he could take it back because the power they had was a curse really. Especially if you weren't strong enough to control it. Priscilla needed to change her view on things- on life and death. She needed to want to leave the darkness.

The Titan shook his head. "You are not well, Priscilla. I cannot allow you to pursue anything in this state. Not now." He nodded. She was in no condition, no matter how much she insisted. "It scares me how much you enjoy killing." He admitted as his voice softened. Now that he was close enough, he extended his hand towards Priscilla and if she allowed, he would gently place his hand on her chin to bring her attention to him while he towered above her. "This is not the way of life. Killing-it's...it's not right. It brings out the wore in people." He sighed, looking at the ground for a split moment. "I have done terrible things that I can't take back. Things that did not make me feel better. I was pushing myself deeper into the darkness and I almost lost myself." Then he knelt down in front of her.

"Do not lose yourself, Priscilla. Please, I need you..." he clenched his jaws before swallowing hard. For the first time in a long time Vali felt...fear. "If you can't control yourself then I would have no choice but to..." He glared into her eyes. Sadness, anger, frustration- all could be witnessed upon looking into his orbs. Priscilla seemed blank, coarse. Vali wanted to help her, but she was losing it. The desiertan Viking couldn't even finish the sentence because he never wanted to get to that point. He hoped he would never have to kill her. "I need you..." he said again to make sure she heard it. Val couldn't stand to see her this lost.

Vali gazed upon the purple-haired woman. She feared what she didn't know- what she wasn't used to. That fear is what kept her stuck in her ways. Priscilla was comfortable with who she saw herself as; a monster, a killer. The Jarl looked at the ground as he listened to her. Priscilla was there when he executed Nekomatas for betraying him, but she wasn't there when he had to execute his mother. This was a scary feeling...to feel like that could happen again. His mother had lost her mind, corrupted by the demons. His eyes connected with Priscilla's once more. For a moment he was lost in them. He couldn't lose Priscilla to madness, not like how he lost both his mother and himself. However, she was right. She was a ruined soul before he found her but he didn't do anything but abuse that.

A part of him felt guilty. "You mustn't give in." he simply added. It wasn't that easy he knew that, but it was the truth. Then, suddenly, Priscilla had said something Vali though she'd never had the courage to tell him. Of course, he was no idiot. The Titan knew Priscilla was fond of him and he couldn't say the feeling wasn't mutual. Vali looked at her. He truly didn't know how to feel at this very moment. The murdering mistress was expressing her love for him. She then asked if she was the type of person Vali would really want but it was a question that he couldn't answer just yet. "..." Before he could respond she even told him that she needed him too.

Her eyes seemed to become lower with every word. She was tired and definitely needed to rest. The Viking Lord slowly stood before slipping in the chair beside her. He had quickly dismissed her question but he took her feelings in. It wasn't the right time to respond- it wasn't the right time to think of such things, not when he had the battle to think about. When he would gently move her body so that she would be cradled in his arms, like a baby. "Shhhh." he'd let out lightly. The white-haired Jarl would slowly rock back and forth with her in his arms. "Rest..." he'd say as he stared at her front door.

Priscilla was important to him. More important than any woman alive. Vali would lean over to plant a kiss on her forehead...still rocking and staring at the entrance. He wouldn't leave until she fell asleep, no matter how long it took He loved her...and maybe that was the problem.

He may never return...that was the truth, but he couldn't tell that to Priscilla. Out of all people, he knew Priscilla was more than capable of handling the truth but she was still a person. Vali didn't want to worry her. When he looked down at the woman within his arms, he could see her slowly drifting into slumber. "Soon." he said gently. The Titan would then move a strand of hair from in front of her face, gently stroking her locks around her ear. It was odd to see how comfortable Priscilla had become with him. It was even odder for him to realize that he actually loved a woman who wasn't his mother. Time flew fast and it created bonds that only the gods understood. The gods, and the people involved. Vali gently rocked back and forth until he realized that Priscilla was fully asleep. As quietly as he could, he'd lift himself up with Priscilla in his arms. The wood beneath his feet was old and distraught. All the homes here were distraught, they didn't change much since Vali took the abandoned village.  The giant carried the lost soul to her bed before lightly placing her down. He had to stop for a moment. Before he left he needed to look upon her face once more.

"..."