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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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[ 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.

[ inhales shakily, unable to shake the feeling of dread that slowly begins to build up inside. ]

I will think about you every day. [ every minute. every second-- words unspoken. ]

[ opens his mouth to respond, but the first words choke against his throat. swallows, tries again. ]

And those thoughts will keep me safe.

[ doesn't speak for the moment, too busy allowing his mind to catch up to their current predicament. reluctantly removes himself from robert, reaching behind his neck to unfasten the necklace (http://i51.tinypic.com/33yq7hw.jpg) that is always hidden from view. takes one of his brother's hands, placing it there. ]

Take this. [ squeezes the hand shut gently. ] May you look into it and see me through you.

This. . .

. . . [ frees his hand so that he can peer at the necklace, opening to peer inside it briefly. then closes his fist around it gently again, holding it to chest for a moment before slipping it on. tucks it under his tunic & leans in to press his lips against annabelle's forehead as his sibling had done just moments before. ]

I will keep it safe against my chest, so that I may keep you close to my heart.

[ allows his eyes to slip closed again at the touch, merely basking in it as his hands reach for robert's own. holds them lightly, then tightens them as he composes himself enough to smile up at him and say: ]

Thank you.

[ grips back, needing (wanting) the connection. lets a rare smile pass by his expression. ]

I believe that line to be mine.

You may show me your thanks in other ways. [ lifts a hand after a moment, pushing back some of robert's hair. ] Perhaps with your safe return, hm?

[ & back to baseline, the smile taking on a confident edge even as he lifts his own hand to press annabelle's between his cheek & his palm. ]

Nonsense. It'd be heresy to use what God has already set in stone as a token of my gratitude.

[ tilts his head to the side in mock curiosity. ]

Oh? And what would that be, my prince?

My safe return, of course.

[ can't help but laugh at that, removing his hand to instead shake his head gently. ]

Of course. Forgive me for not assuming.

[ snorts for show. ]

Just this once, Annabelle. You should know better than to doubt your prince.

[ smile takes on a softer edge, leaning in to press the side of his face against robert's in an affectionate manner. ]

I have never doubted you. [ a pause to shift his words into more of a whisper. ] And I never will.

[ eyes slip closed at the contact. gives annabelle's face an affectionate nudge with his own, voice just as low & soft. ]

I swear to never betray that faith. On my honour. [ wraps his arms around him; a light embrace. ] And on my affection-- love-- for you.

[ and with that he slips his arms around his neck, unable to help himself from clinging on, a little helplessly. ]

I love you as well. More than anything this world could offer.

[ & moves his arms to wrap around annabelle's waist instead, while he presses his forehead against his brother's. ]

Keep yourself safe, and well. So that I may retain my reason to return to these lands.

[ settles into the position comfortably, murmuring: ]

As long as you are safe, then I will be as well.

The same applies to me, Annabelle. [ closes his eyes with a small smile. ] And here we come to a paradox.

[ allows himself to quirk a small smile as well. ]

Then I suppose we shall both have to keep ourselves free from harm.

Yes, but reserve your worry for yourself. I am used to the practice.

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