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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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And I will strive to earn more of your faith.

You have my faith, but is it so wrong to have at least a small amount of concern for someone you hold so close to your heart?

No. [ short pause. ] If it truly is a small amount. By my standards.

Not at this moment. [ pushes his bangs away from his face, tracing his jawline with a few fingers. ] Perhaps someday.

Then I pray that day will be soon. For both our sakes.

[ makes a small sound of agreement to his words, beginning to focus on relaxing robert further with his gentle stroking. it's after a moment that he begins to hum a soft tune, keeping his voice low yet loud enough for their ears only. ]

[ the one eye slips closed yet again when the melody begins. breathes in deep, a smile touching his lips. seems to daze a little under the combined ministrations of the hair petting & the song, his chest rising & falling with a familiar, slow rhythm. ]

[ continues to sing and stroke his hair fondly, murmuring a few of the words underneath his breath. when he finishes he leans down again, resting his forehead on top of robert's once more. purses his lips a bit as his hands still, unable to help himself when he asks, a little weakly: ]

... can you not stay for the night?

[ twitches into awareness & stills at the question. can't bring himself to open his eyes to meet annabelle's gaze when he responds. ]

. . . Not the entire night.

For how long?

Hours now, at most.

With only me?

Of course. You, and no one else.

Then I am yours for the evening.

[ snorts softly. ]

I'd be insulted otherwise.

[ sits up straight again, looking elsewhere. ]

Hm... on second thought...

[ cracks open his eyes to stare up at him. ]

Must you force my hand?

Perhaps. [ shifts a bit, as if he's about to move off the bed. ] If you wish to keep your princess.

[ twists to wrap his arms around his waist. ]

Name the person you are to meet.

[ pretends to not notice, sticking his nose up in the air a little. ]

A man.

Did I stutter? I said to name the person, not to classify them.

But I cannot say his name, brother dearest.

I give you my permission to.

I would rather his head to remain intact.

Reschedule, and I may find it within myself to be merciful.