Throughout the entire attack, Micah's eyes were only on Haley as he bandaged her arm. It wasn't the best bandage ever, his skills were more based on combat, but it would hold her until they could get to the fairies. He dreaded to think of how Lucinda would react, being just as protective of Haley as he was. Finally he looked out towards the corpses, astounded by the body count and the deforestation, Micah had never seen so much death at once before. He gulped and averted his eyes.<br/><br/>"You should have woken me!" Micah interjected, meeting her eyes. His rage had subsided, instead he wore his worry on his face. "We could have all avoided this."<br/><br/><br/>The King sat alone, at the end of a long dinning table. In front of him he nibbled on an assortment of fruit and cheese, accompanied by a fine wine. He turned his head slowly, uncaring towards his guards who were making a scene in his home. He glared at them and waved his hand to signal them to silence.<br/>"What is it, you miserable dogs."