August looked out of the window of the vehicle, watching the scenery flash by in blurred streaks of green, mimicking an impressionist painting. Just like the world outside, the prince’s mind was buzzing, unable to settle on a single train of thought.

[color=C5BEE1][i]Am I doing the right thing?
Will they honour their agreement?
Will this bring peace?[/i][/color]

So much of his internal monologue placed the kingdom before his own feelings, but every now and then,
[color=C5BEE1][i]What does my future hold?[/i][/color]

August’s life was so full of uncertainty. Sure, war time had never been predictable, with each day claiming so many lives, with the advantage changing like the wind, but August [i]knew[/i] war time. He knew how his people banded together, he knew how, even in moments of laughter, fear and death hung over them like an ominous cloud.

Now? August did not know anything. He felt his whole world had been torn asunder.

But they [i]were[/i] entering a time of peace (supposedly), and for that August was grateful, even if securing it came at a personal sacrifice.

[color=C5BEE1][i]Anjou before Angevin[/i].[/color]

[color=gray]“August.”[/color] The king, who sat next to his son, intoned in a commanding, but not unfriendly, voice. [color=gray]“We have nearly arrived.”[/color]

August blinked, turning look at his father, broken from his thoughts by the older man’s words. Sitting up straighter, August craned his neck in an attempt to see out of the front window of the car, but from his position in the back seat he could not make out much.

[color=667943]“Your Majesty, it would appear that the elves have already arrived,”[/color] the driver stated, catching the king’s eye in the rear-view mirror. The king simply nodded.

Soon enough the car rolled to a gentle stop outside of a two-storey building that was an odd patchwork of designs in an attempt to symbolise the unity between the kingdoms of magic and technology. Sure enough, as the driver had mentioned, already an old-fashioned carriage had pulled up in front of the building, and four strangers, who could only be the members of the Nephalm royal family and their servants.

The driver was the first to exist the car; first opening the door for the king, and then for the prince.

August was dressed in clothes that many in Anjou would have consider too modest for a man of his standing; dark trousers, knee high boots with silver accents, a brocade waistcoat in the same shade of navy as his hair buttoned over an off-white shirt, finished with an inky coloured, formal looking jacket.

[color=667943]“Presenting His Royal Majesty, King William of Anjou, and his son, the Crown Prince, August Angevin.”[/color] The driver announced, with a deep bow to the elven king and princess. King William stepped forward to shake the other king’s hand by way of greeting, while August gave his attention to the princess.

[color=1876D2]“Your highness,”[/color] August said with an elegant bow and a tone of perfectly rehearsed diplomacy, [color=1876D2]“it is a pleasure to make you acquantaince.”[/color]