Swallowing thickly, he felt peace when Sif finally quieted, her death just one more on the long list he'd acquired in his long life. Dropping the dagger at his feet, he bowed his head to his Queen and then promptly turned and left the throne room. He didn't return to his chambers, instead making haste for his mother's gardens. No one tried to stop him, assuming by the tenseness of his body, and the seidr permeating the air, that he would lash out and take their life as well. And for what it was worth? They may have been right.