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Kayden was in an absolutely boorish mood. Mostly for his lunch being postponed unexpectedly. The Prince had nearly gone and found food anyway, but he knew he'd never hear the end of it from the students and faculty much less his father. The man was impatient at the best of times, and doing anything that reflected poorly on him was a quick way to get on his true bad side. Kayden knew the hunger would pass over time, and indeed it did as he strode into the room, now more intrigued than anything at the curious collection of teachers and students that had been gathered here. He took his seat near his fellows, hoping the future princess wouldn't arrive. Even if she did, he'd ignore it for the moment, curious on the meeting itself. 

With the proclamation it was made for diplomatic reasons, Kayden found himself not entirely surprised. Though the faculties manner was pretty amusing, in it's way. He wondered if they acted in such a way to make the students think they were harmless. All but Tomai, who really looked like he did not give a shit. Eyeing the tracher's manner, he couldn't help but notice Kaira was fairly cute. She looked around his age too, though she looked somewhat stodgy, even stiff, albeit in a droll way. It was plain to see who Euphemia was based on Jorah's description, and Michial looked like an older, bigger clone of Auberon, which explained why the stick in his ass didn't effect him as much. There was far more room. 

The students that ascended to introduce themselves did so in the way he expected, at least when it came to the ones he had met previously. He could tell he was going to get along with Jorah quite well, and he thought Kellen was a nice lad. He'd met people like Auberon and Lienna a thousand times before, but he admitted they each had a quality that made them stand out. Auberon with his earnest drive and Lienna with her blatant honesty. Even being as imperious as any noble, she wasn't trying to shit on anyone as she held a poise of gloriousness. 

Raimund however. He didn't know if he would enjoy his company or want to run him through with his sword before the month was over. Only time would tell. 

Once it was his turn, he cleared his throat and slid out of his chair with a powerful grace. As much as he had hated the constant lessons on etiquette, they helped when presenting in front of a crowd of his peers. He gave a calm, easy smile to the professors and turned, looking at his fellow students as if he already had won some contest none of them knew they had been participating in. 

[color=4851AA]"Hello everyone. As some of you might know, I am Prince Kayden Von Hresvelg, son of his Imperial Majesty of the Adrestian Empire."[/color] He paused for a beat, having had met a few who had not believe him before. He didn't say it to make them feel inferior, but it would have come up at some point. [color=4851AA]"I also have the honor of bearing the Crest of Seiros. As for my likes well..."[/color] His tone changed to a far more nonchalant air, speaking to friends now rather than an audience. [color=4851AA]"I like dueling and board games. Hawking is fun-"[/color] He pointed at Raimund. [color=4851AA]"Dancing and drinks too. Hopefully there's time for all of that down the line this year, and with some of you fine folk too. Thank you for allowing me to introduce myself."[/color] 

With that, he bowed like a soldier rather than held his head high like a prince. A contradictory man, as ever.