Hatred With A Passion

"Will he be alright?" Ariana asked. "I just put him to sleep." Ottis replied with a heavy sigh. "Why did you help me?" Ariana asked as she looked at Ottis curiously. He was three times bigger then Opheila and looked more magestic then any other swan she had seen in her previous life. He was a beautiful black swan with lavender and magenta coloured feathers linning the edge of his wings, his beak and legs were completely white and a simple golden crown laid on top of his head.

"My wife asked me to take care of you." Ottis responded sweetly. "So it's not because of my mother?" Ariana asked. Ottis stared at Ariana and said nothing for while. "Will he wake up soon?" Ariana asked awkwardly. "He was going to kill you." Ottis said flatly. "... That's nothing new." Ariana answered bluntly.