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[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ is currently residing in his room, busily stitching up what seems to be one of robert's torn cloaks. the maids had pleaded earlier to allow them to do it for him, yet he was persistent to do it himself. after all, it was the least he could do for him, considering the events that had come to pass between them as of late.

the thought prompts him to stop and press the material against his lips, a silent symbol of his affection. he doesn't linger, however, quickly going back to work while humming some unknown tune to balance out the silence of the early afternoon. ]

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[savolonte.livejournal.com]

[ sniffs a little. ]

You may already be aware, but some time alone to his thoughts would be beneficial for our prince.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

Unless he is pondering about doing something rather risky. [ pauses. ] Not that you ever help him at those times, of course.

[savolonte.livejournal.com]

[ lifts her chin haughtily. ]

I? Aid him in finding dangers? Perish the thought.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

That is a very wise decision.

[savolonte.livejournal.com]

Of course. It would be unwise of me to place the crown prince under unnecessary threat.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles, shaking his head. ]

Let us go seek him out before I take my leave. I am quite tired from this most exciting day, and I wish to bid him a good night.

[savolonte.livejournal.com]

Enough stalling for tonight, then. Let us turn our direction toward the archives.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ hesitates momentarily at her words, but speaks fluently when his thoughts leave him. ]

To the archives, then.

[savolonte.livejournal.com]

[ is able to note that hesitation for what it's worth & quickly decides that she has grated enough for the day. inclines her head toward annabelle as she takes a few steps forward to take lead. ]

He's a frequent visitor there of late. If he cannot be found there, however, your room will be our next destination.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ looks down at the palms of his hands as he walks quietly, a silent debate. clenches them once before letting those hands fall to his sides. ]

Do you know why?

[savolonte.livejournal.com]

[ raises an eyebrow. ]

Not the specifics.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ looks down at the ground, thinking, thus his reply is a bit late. ]

I see...

[savolonte.livejournal.com]

I have faith that he will share his plans when it becomes imperative he do so.

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[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

Unless it will remain a secret forever.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

Though I do not mind. As long as he returns safe and well. That is all I ask of him.

[savolonte.livejournal.com]

[ there is no hesitation when she speaks, voice full of confidence. ]

He always does, and will, princess.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ steps forward a few paces, so that they're directly side-by-side. lifts a hand, making it into a fist. ]

I will have to teach him a lesson if not.

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[savolonte.livejournal.com]

[ looks a bit startled at the sudden approach & the action that followed. ]

. . . !

[savolonte.livejournal.com]

[ & then begins to chuckle, shaking her head. ]

That would be a sight I would not miss for anything.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

Then I will be sure to remember to allow you to witness such a sight.

[savolonte.livejournal.com]

You are far too kind.

[filleapapa.livejournal.com]

[ puts his hands behind his back, softly chuckling. ]

Sometimes.

[savolonte.livejournal.com]

[ chuckles quietly again, smirking in reply. remains silent, however, when she sees that they have finally reached the castle entrance; backs up a tad so that she's at least half a step behind the princess -- close enough to still lead, but appear borderline respectful for the princess' status in the prying eyes of others.

it isn't until they are before the doors leading into the archives that she speaks again with a small bow. ]

I will be waiting for you outside, princess. [ & true to her word, she leans against the wall adjacent to the doors like the good guard dog she pretends to be shortly after annabelle murmurs a quiet excuse and leaves for robert's company. and in the silence that follows, she breathes out quietly & rolls her eyes up toward the ceiling, uncharacteristically solemn as she prays that she is enough support for whatever may be waiting for her future king and queen in the (near) future. ]