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projectroxas2010-05-05 05:26 pm
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[ 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. ]
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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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. ]