@vampireriku liked for a starter!
Vanitas swore under his breath as he walked into the woods. The rose in his hand was held delicately, but he continuously brushed his thumb over a thorn, just lightly enough to feel it but not hard enough to prick his skin. A gift, for the Lord Riku, to humble his request to see Vanitas.
The child was barely a century old and had the gall to summons him countries away without a single word of why? Vanitas wanted to spit at the thought. But, as much as he hated to admit it, the boy was royalty. And a vital role in activism, at that.
Growling softly as he came to the gate of the mansion where the prim royal lived, he strode to the side and explained to the guard who he was, and after a rather irritating proof of identity, he was allowed through. He came to the door, but it had opened before he had the chance to knock.
“Good morning, my Lord. You have summoned me?”
