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[ he's not entirely certain if the day's gone by fast or slow; feels quick in certain moments, slow in others. when distracted by the preparations, there are not enough hours left in the day. when left alone to his thoughts, the seconds felt to be like weeks. ridiculous; he knows it's ridiculous, a mere trick of the mind. but it's not often he feels anxiety to this level. confidence is his default, the baseline, & a deviance from this is leaving him -- agitated. irate. quick to snap. it's to his luck that alicia & riku are the main sources of company during the day. the two understood, surely.

& it is the former that is standing faithfully by annabelle's door when the designated time arrives. his steps are rigid, calculated, thoughts so entirely elsewhere that when he makes the mindless (routine) motion of entering annabelle's room, he runs into the arm of alicia instead. makes him bounce back a few steps, a frown twisting his lips & the skin between his eyebrows creasing. what the hell, woman?

a short banter later, alicia is fixing robert's appearance -- the unkempt nature of the prince would most definitely raise the worry of the princess, would it not? do try to keep yourself presentable. then a softer smile, a roundabout manner of encouragement later:

a knock at the door. ]

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[ something had felt off throughout the day for him. it distracted him at times, making it rather hard to do his typical routine with proper vigilance and the grace that he typically portrayed. a part of him briefly wondered if it was worth investigating, deciding after that brief thought came and went that it would be impossible to do if he so chose to pursue that faint goal. it continued to nag him until the evening-- nonetheless, he moved on as best as possible.

to him nothing is amiss despite that lingering ounce of anxiousness in the pit of his stomach, quietly brushing his hair as he sits next to the window that he's fond of looking through. the knock at his door makes him blink and turn to glance at it, tilting his head to the side in brief confusion (was it alicia? surely she would come in after a short announcement).

places his brush down on top of the chair after he stands, his pace quick as he can't help but feel more and more curious. does not hesitate in opening the door to peer out, looking taken back at the sight of someone he had not expected to see. ]

Robert?

Good evening.

[ a pause. a small smile. ] I hope I am not disturbing anything of paramount importance.

Not at all.

[ & then he steps back to let him in. ]

[ strolls in comfortably, glancing around. ]

Readying yourself for bed already?

Of course. Late nights are unkind to your skin.

[ half-turns to look at him, an eyebrow raised. ]

Matters such as the quality of your skin worry you?

[ slowly shuts the door, leaning on it lightly when it closes. ]

Should I not set a good example for our people?

How you are presently is more than enough, Annabelle.

Oh my, such flattery so late in the evening. Someone might possibly begin to believe that you are up to something, Robert.

You think so lowly of me. Is it such a crime to speak the truth?

[ steps away from the door, a little closer to him. ]

Never. However, did such words have to be spoken at this hour in specific?

Is there a reason to not? [ takes a hand in his gently when he comes within reach. ]

Simply, it was a matter of convenience. You are here, as am I.

[ relaxes more with the touch, curling his fingers lightly around robert's. ]

Then it would be rude of me to not show my appreciation in some way.

[ grips back, a little more firmly than usual. ]

Is that right? Must I wait for this?

[ shakes his head once, lifting his free hand to cup the side of robert's face. cranes upward to plant a small kiss to his forehead, a means of affection. stays there for only a short while, pulling both himself and his hand away slightly with a smile on his face. ]

There. All is well again.

. . .

[ draws in a quiet breath, then pulls annabelle close to him. hugs him gently as he can manage, simply holding him there in silence as he tries to ready himself yet again for the conversation to come. ]

[ slowly wraps his arms around robert after the initial typical confusion, pressing his face into the curve between his neck and shoulder. doesn't speak for the moment, too busy basking in his warmth. ]

[ allows the moment, enjoying it himself. but eventually lowers his head on a shoulder. speaks softly, without preamble. ]

I must leave tonight.

[ freezes at those words. his hold slowly tightens, allowing his shoulders to slump in (somewhat) acceptance once the weight of said words sinks in for good. ]

... for how long this time?

[ breathes out quietly. ]

I'm uncertain.

[ is silent for a while, and then: ]

Does mother know?

[ a short pause & then stiffly nods. ]

She knows I will be unavailable for a time.

[ closes his eyes slowly, burying his face into his brother's neck. whispers, a little unevenly. ]

I will miss you.

[ draws him even closer, more firmly, not wanting to let go. doesn't speak immediately, needing a moment to stabilize his own voice. then: ]

And I, you, Annabelle.

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