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[Color=salmon][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=salmon][b]Location:[/b][/color] Vikena Estate 
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 [Color=salmon][b]Mention:[/b][/color] [@princess] Charlotte, [@tpartywithzombi] Ariella.
 
Nearly twenty-four hours had passed since the incident on the beach. Yet another embarrassing moment for the books. Yet another embarrassing moment that fired another fist-sized hole into his reputation. Could he even claim to have one worth anything? If it were flesh, could it stand? Could it move? Could it breathe?

Lorenzo’s mental distress only grew worse after seeing the young Ariella off with plenty of flowers and an open invitation to his garden in the future. It was not until she left that he realized he had been trying to fill some sort of empty space his beloved Lottie was meant to be in. The lonely girl with few friends and was a homebody more than anything else. That's what the entire year since his wife’s passing had been.

Did he truly favor their year-long isolation? Was [I]that[/I] healthier than [I]this[/I]? Which was more cruel? Which pool would he choose to drown in? The one where everyone pointed and laughed as he sank inch by inch, flailing about trying to keep himself afloat. Or perhaps he preferred it to be slow and cold as he slowly fell deeper and into despair… alone. 

It was so easy to fall into old habits. What was one sip, anyway? No one would know. Prince Wulfric was not standing watch at his door. There were no appointments to dinners he loathed to attend. And there was also that feeling… the painful stings of hindsight and regret. Twin brothers they were, gnawing at your back, reminding you of what terrible decision you left behind you. 

[Color=salmon][I]Why not…[/I][/color]

That's what he had thought that afternoon. He locked his door and ensured his servants would not interrupt his solitude. He was so close to the edge, so mentally prepared to grab his medicine and bask in its aimless euphoria… 

Fortunately or not, the darkness of his narcolepsy snatched away his freedom of choice. He woke many hours later to find the following day’s dawn waiting for him. The strange affliction was one he could never predict and ruined his plans from time to time but perhaps the gods sought to spare him. To pity him for once. Even then, the long slumber still came with its aches and symptoms of oversleeping. However, he found the gods charitable in his time of weakness.

It may have been the reason he decided he would go to King Edin Danrose’s religious service this morning. He had asked Delilah to request Charlotte's company while he dressed himself in something [url=https://shrinestore.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/18193951_10158517971700237_6487101147083823000_n.jpg]conservative[/url]. He wore a slight smile, though it could remove the worn-out look of his face. 
         
[Color=salmon][I]Too much sleep has made me look even more tired[/I][/color] He sighed, looking at his reflection in the mirror.



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