[hr][center][h3][color=0048BA]Prince Jaxton Hardin of Sliabh[/color][/h3]
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[color=0048BA][b]Location;[/b][/color] Abhainn Ballroom
[color=0048BA][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Princess Elaisse [@FernStone], Lady Julianna [@HushedWhispers], Lady Amaranthea [@WolfLover][/center][hr]Jaxton chuckled at Ela's comment. [color=0048BA][b]"Less harsh?"[/b][/color] He looked back at her and thought back to what she had just said and then shook his head. [b][color=0048BA]"I... don't this so. She'll probably remember anything we do in this party."[/color][/b] Though, like his sister, he wasn't planning on doing anything that might embarrass the family. He would sooner kill himself than do something reckless in a party in Abhainn. Even in the off chance that no one would remember the events of tonight, he certainly would and probably would never forgive himself for doing something so foolish.

He grinned at his sister who agreed to go with them - unaware that she was partially doing it because of her knowledge that he wouldn't go if she didn't. Before he could comment on that, however, Lady Amaranthea strolled over to them to talk. Seeing her up close, he could remember why he had that silly little childhood crush on her. It certainly wasn't without reason. Anyhow, he smiled at her and waved when she came over - happy that they have a chance to catch up and just... talk after a long time. He didn't think they'd have a chance to, after all these years, but here they were.

Jaxton laced his hands behind his back as he watched the woman embrace his younger sister. Thinking that she would just end there, as they were both females, he took his eyes off them for a second to let it wander. King Maddox still wasn't there. Was the man as punctual as he had heard? Meaning... he wasn't punctual at all. Perhaps arriving late was his kind of style. He just hoped he would appear, by this point. Being so distracted by his thoughts, he was surprised when Lady Amaranthea enveloped him in a hug - visibly tensing at the contact but relaxing after realizing what was happening but he didn't get a chance to return it since it was relatively quick.

[b][color=0048BA]"And I remember you from when you were... younger."[/color][/b] He teased, the remark of old age was made because of their closeness. But he had to admit, there was little to go on in terms of appearances, as she still looked as young as ever. Honestly, she just looked more mature than before. Jaxton then looked back at the servants who were scurrying around - handing the nobles their drinks and whatnot. [b][color=0048BA]"Abhainn's been pretty nice so far. The servants were rather nice, and the guards even more so."[/color][/b] He had to admit that much. Or did they just post the friendlier guards at their general position to seem more welcoming? He wasn't sure, but if that was the case, it was working.

Jaxton wasn't even offended by the teased. Instead, he ran a hand through his curly hair. [b][color=0048BA]"I know right? Quite proud of how it turned out."[/color][/b] His hair wasn't even this predominantly curly when he was a child. It was surprising to see when he grew up, seeing as both of his parents never really had this kind of curls. However, it never really made him insecure. It was what put him aside from the royal family - and it was quite a fun thing to relish in something unique. 

[b][color=0048BA]"I have personally been quite fine. Thought, between royal lessons and the next meeting, it's been rather tiring."[/color][/b] He admitted with a grin on his face. Those were his duties after all, might as well just accept it and joke around with it. Besides, he would just take out a horse, and sometimes Elaisse, and then setting out for a mini-adventure to let off some steam. He always did that when he felt the need to - which was almost every other week. It even came to the point of him going out weekly. Unbeknownst to him, his father did it frequently as well, and so did his mother. He then looked over to his younger sister for her answer - and then the subsequent reflection of question towards Lady Amaranthea.