The Burden of the Son.

Malekith returned to the Palace of the Falls after spending the day at The Guardians HQ going over important information that had been gathered in regards to the cultists and their rituals that had been taking place within the city. The guards were instructed to move in pairs and shifts were extended to make sure areas of the city were covered more frequently, in hopes of increasing the security of its citizens. At least till his AmranKai could get to the bottom of this...

He was exhausted from the meetings and planning for not only this issue, but all the others that come with running the busy port city. Ready to retire to his chambers he looked up and seen a familiar figure standing within the halls of the throne room. But this was not a welcome sight for the young King. He frowned deeply and continued forward, his steps growing heavy, he resisted every fiber in his body that wanted to reach for his weapon and gut the man who was now standing within arms reach of him.

"Orrian Daetris... what brings you to my city." Malekith spoke with venom to the slender and older looking Elf who bared much similarities to the King. Similar, as he was his father.

"Is that anyway to greet your father? And after not seeing him in such a long time?" Orrian replied in a cold emotionless tone. " I come to see my child, of course..." he added quickly after.

Malekith's frown would only deepen. "You come to check up on me, you mean..." His hands were tense, ready to strike at any moment if the need was there. "If you have no real business, then get out of my sight..."

Orrian's snake like smile would fade and he became visible angered from the way the King spoke to him, in front of the guards who he had once been charge of. "How dare you speak to me like that, I am your fath-"

"I am King! And you are nothing to me. Now leave." Malekith quickly cut him off and then turned to leave, heading for his bed chamber. As he had turned his back on Orrian then, the thinner elf raised his hand and made an attempt to strike the King but his hand was suddenly blocked. A barrier of Black Ice formed instantly where he planned to hit Malekith, blocking his attack and freezing his hand.

"Agh!" Orrian clutched his own hand and stepped back away from the King. His eyes piercing like two daggers at him. The hand looked to have been instantly exposed to frostbite, crystal like ice forming on his skin.

"You should know better. She wouldn't let you do that then. Not now. Not ever." Malekith's demeanor had changed, he slowly walked towards Orrian and held his hands out to either side of him. The room became suddenly cold as a wind swept up from nowhere. " Get out of my city ".

Orrian narrowed his eyes but then stood up straight, knowing he had overstepped. "Curse you and your mother." He turned quickly and headed out of the Palace. Malekith remained where he was and did not pursue him, his eyes remained locked on the elf till he was no longer in sight, and as soon as he was gone he turned and slammed his fists on the table that sat in the middle of the hall in frustration.