Dardanos had been sitting on his throne for some time now, having moved not even a single inch. He watched the darkness that enveloped the room move about him, as if taunting him with their presence, often times creating shadowy figures that would appear and disappear as he laid eyes upon them. He could feel that his sanity was slowly slipping away, but could not help but feel as if it was meant to be this way, accepting it, although he would still fight against it.<br/><br/>His attention would be brought away from his madness to the feeling of something, or someone, arriving into his kingdom.<span style="font-style: italic">Neiva</span>, he thought as he wondered if it was in fact her,<span style="font-style: italic">or perhaps some fool who has lost their way</span>. Rising from his seat, Dardanos makes his way to the wall, facing the direction of the figure he felt that was making their way through his ruined kingdom but then seemed to stop suddenly. He lifted his hand to the wall and a gaping hole grew open, revealing the outside to him.<br/><br/>Through the hole he was able to see that it was in fact the snow queen that had arrived into his kingdom as he requested. He was almost surprised that she came as he had expected her to reject his proposal to the meeting. A rare smirk played onto his face as he began his descent to the bottom of the tower and walked out towards Neiva. As he approached he felt that something else had made its way into his kingdom as well, "You came alone?" he asked of the snow queen.