Oberon walked through the halls, one look at his face would tell you that he was in a really bad mood.
"I wonder where she got that baby from, what if it was a ploy?" He arched his brows.
He sighed and walked to his study room, he wanted to think, as well as strategize.
"That baby is leaving, no matter what anyone says."
He couldn't sit so he paced forth and back the room, still thinking of what to do.
"How did he come here in the first place?" He asked no one in particular.
He cleared his throat, "Only Nyx knows the answer to this, but I doubt she would tell me how he came here," he banged on the table.
'Why not draw all the answers from her?' he heard his subconscious whisper.
His heart skipped a beat, "By force?"
'Probably.'
He squinted his eyes, "How will I do that? I am not really into torturing women," he rested his hand on his desk, looking at the wall.
