Sepiroth sits on his throne, listening intently. Though you'd have to be hard of hearing not to hear Gallin's scream of rage. “he took it.. just how I thought he would.” Sepiroth mutters gloomily. “what a pity. I suppose I cannot expect them to become friends or shield brothers so quickly.” he gets up slowly, his long white hair glints when the sun from one of the windows. He stretches a little and feels a small blush spread on his cheeks as he thinks. 'it's always the handsome men that are the least likely to be friends.' he places a slender hand to his cheek and gazes at the wall. 'what must it be like, to be one of them?'<br/><br/>he slowly walks into the dinning room but before he gets there he sees a shape walking towards him, sighing as his adviser edges over he asks. “what is it, Duma?” he asks, the adviser gulps. “my king, maybe you could.. pick your bride to wed on this day?” Sepiroth sighs as he thinks. 'it's always the same thing with the old man, every week he brings what's classed as the kingdom's most beautiful women before me and expects me to marry one.' Sepiroth pinches the bridge of his nose. “not today, Duma.. I'm not in the mood.” with that Sepiroth strides away from him.<br/><br/>He enters the dinning room and sits down, noticing Gallin taking out his rage by eating. Sepiroth smiles very slightly. “Gallin, is everything alright?” Sepiroth knows full well that all is not right in Gallin's world, but he wants to see what his knight will say to him. “you aren't bearing ill feelings about what happened with Blake, are you?” he asks innocently.