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[ the weeks seemed to drag by so slowly for him whilst robert were away, having little-to-no interest in the happenings around him throughout the duration of the other boy's leave. more often than not he would be seated by his window, gaze locked on the path that robert would surely return on. it was there that he stayed for most of his days, leaving it only to eat, bathe, or when his mother summoned him. regardless he would put on a smile for those around him, as if nothing was amiss and would say that his brother would surely return soon, that he would be gone for only a short while.
that short while turned into weeks. months. far longer than robert had ever been gone before. on his bad days he wondered if his brother had grown tired of his position (of their situation) and thus would not return for good, but those thoughts were always shadowed by the hope and faith he had in his prince. surely the day of his return would come.
opens his eyes slowly when the sound of music reaches his ears again, lifting his gaze back up towards the crowd of dancing people before him. after some time of simply gazing he sits up straighter in his chair, the one that is forever to his mother's right. does not look at her as she speaks to someone, his curiosity nonexistent. instead he raises his glass and slips at the liquid inside, going back to his silent thinking (of robert, of other things that had been on his mind for quite some while) as a somewhat glazed look overcomes his features once more. ]
that short while turned into weeks. months. far longer than robert had ever been gone before. on his bad days he wondered if his brother had grown tired of his position (of their situation) and thus would not return for good, but those thoughts were always shadowed by the hope and faith he had in his prince. surely the day of his return would come.
opens his eyes slowly when the sound of music reaches his ears again, lifting his gaze back up towards the crowd of dancing people before him. after some time of simply gazing he sits up straighter in his chair, the one that is forever to his mother's right. does not look at her as she speaks to someone, his curiosity nonexistent. instead he raises his glass and slips at the liquid inside, going back to his silent thinking (of robert, of other things that had been on his mind for quite some while) as a somewhat glazed look overcomes his features once more. ]

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It is a long story, one that I am not willing to speak of just yet. [ lifts a hand to cover his eyes, laughing lightly. ] I am conflicted, I will admit. But this feels as if it were the right choice.
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You do not regret your decision? At all? You truly believe it to be the correct choice despite the troubles it may bring?
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I believe it will be the right choice for this kingdom. Not for my personal happiness, for I love Robert above anyone else. But is that acceptable? To base my choice off of something that will not do any good for my people? I refuse to be selfish enough to ignore that for the sake of my feelings.
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[ stares straight back. ] But you refuse to divulge the reasons as to how your current choice can be the right one, Annabelle. As it stands, you and Robert are the highly favoured choices for the throne, with good reason. Honourable and just-- everything the people need.
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Perhaps you have an idea, but everything I know of what I must do... I cannot fulfill those duties. I would rather recognize my strengths and weaknesses now than later. Do we need more disasters to happen in this kingdom?
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[ A short pause. ] Is it fear? Or is there a true reason steeped in logic that forced this hand?
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. . . Alright. [ breath in, then she smiles a small, but genuine, smile. ] I will not pretend that I can understand your decision, nor be pleased with it. However, I am able to accept it, and trust that you made your choice with the utmost caution.
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I did, and I thank you for your concern.
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Concern? Nonsense.
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Oh? Then I suppose I should be on my best behaviour.
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That would be very wise.
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Until tomorrow, princess.
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after closing the door with as much stealth as she is capable, she strips away the outer wear of her uniform. draping that over the arm of a chair & after making herself comfortable, she walks over to, & settles herself into, the couch she always claims as her own during the nights, sitting cross-legged on the cushions with her sheathed blade leaning against a shoulder such that she can wrap an arm around it. stays like that for the rest of the night, only allowing herself a couple of minutes of rest at best as she diligently watches over the princess sleeping in the other room. ]