Peter had heard all too well of what Kayley had done, accidentally, of course. He went and stood in front of his wife, kneeling before her weakened state as she sat on the throne. "Brooklyn... Brooklyn.. we'll figure this out. Shush, shush." He rubbed her arm, and kissed her head before turning to the Lords.
"How dare you even suggest killing my own offspring! Are you all murderers now?" The lords shook their heads. "Shouldn't we ask you that, sire? Your daughter is the one killing off innocents." Peter grimaced. "It was an accident, she simply tripped and released a dart of magic she has no control over YET."
The lord scoffed. "Exactly our point, your highness. She has no CONTROL." Peter growled. "Give me one reason I shouldn't act on impulse and rip your heads off." He suddenly morphed into an artic wolf, growling and barking as he leaped into the middle of the table. "Give me one reason not to have all of your blood staining my fur!" He hissed, and the Lords scurried off.
Peter stayed as a wolf, and whimpered as he got down, and went to his grief stricken wife, and tapped her hand with his wet nose, and brushed against her. He was then human once more, and kneeling before her. "Love, we have to do what's best for our daughter. Perhaps.." He thought a moment.
"Perhaps, once she wakens I can help her use my half of her magic. She could disguise herself and live with my family, far away from here. Then, when the time is right, we can bring her back, once it's safe." He had sad eyes watching her.
"How dare you even suggest killing my own offspring! Are you all murderers now?" The lords shook their heads. "Shouldn't we ask you that, sire? Your daughter is the one killing off innocents." Peter grimaced. "It was an accident, she simply tripped and released a dart of magic she has no control over YET."
The lord scoffed. "Exactly our point, your highness. She has no CONTROL." Peter growled. "Give me one reason I shouldn't act on impulse and rip your heads off." He suddenly morphed into an artic wolf, growling and barking as he leaped into the middle of the table. "Give me one reason not to have all of your blood staining my fur!" He hissed, and the Lords scurried off.
Peter stayed as a wolf, and whimpered as he got down, and went to his grief stricken wife, and tapped her hand with his wet nose, and brushed against her. He was then human once more, and kneeling before her. "Love, we have to do what's best for our daughter. Perhaps.." He thought a moment.
"Perhaps, once she wakens I can help her use my half of her magic. She could disguise herself and live with my family, far away from here. Then, when the time is right, we can bring her back, once it's safe." He had sad eyes watching her.