The furniture in Lucivar's room had been put back in place but he didn't touch it. Instead he paced, repeating the phrase that had become a mantra. Keep it leashed, stay calm. It wasn't doing much help but at least the all consuming rage had become more manageable. He wasn't tempted to put his fist through the wall any longer and he figured that was a vast improvement.

The swift knocks at his door threw him off guard and he stopped pacing, wondering if he'd imagined the sound. Lucivar walked over to the door and opened it slowly, unsure if the monsters that Daemon and his father had informed him about knocked before attacking. The girl wasn't what he expected at all and she looked sad, though he knew better then to open the door wide and invite her in. He'd been duped by more then his fair share of women in distress before.

"Yes?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Are you looking for someone?"