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[indent][sup][color=#EEDC5B]Attire:[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/HpqMhYI]Linen[/url] -> [url=https://i.imgur.com/0PRzDDS.png]Ballroom Garment[/url]
[color=#EEDC5B]Interaction(s):[/color] Callum Danrose [@Helo]
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[indent]A bead of sweat ran down Auguste's cheek as his horse galloped towards the palace. While he was sternly warned to arrive at a specified time, he lost track of it indulging his swordsmanship. Including the time he needs to wash himself and dress up with some servants' help there was a good chance he would miss the beginning proceedings. Auguste handed off his horse to one of the stable-boys in a rush as he sprinted towards the palace. Horse-pulled carriages all appeared to be traveling towards the palace.

Auguste noticed guests had already begun slowly trickling into the palace. The Second Prince hoisted a fur covering over the high fence railing and clambered over it. He entered the palace through a secret back entrance. His current outfit, a simple linen shirt and trousers, was caked in dirt, grime, and sweat. Partly due to training, mostly due to his rushing back to the palace. As he got to his room, he had a servant help him with a bath and clothing.

At this point the servants knew of his easy-going nature, some even preferring to be assigned to him or his brother Callum. It seemed that Wystan was still away, and as such he requested assistance from Clifton instead. [color=#EEDC5B]"Thanks, Clifton."[/color] Auguste smiled warmly, [color=#EEDC5B]"... Ah Father mustn't hear of this... although on the off-chance he does, pin all the blame on me instead, eh? I can handle father's wrath."[/color] He gave a wink as he shed his current garments.

"Of course, your royal highness." Clifton said, face as neutral as always.

[color=#EEDC5B]"There's no need to call me that without father, mother, or brother around, you know?"[/color] He replied.

"It wouldn't be proper." Clifton replied.

Auguste clicked his tongue playfully at Clifton's usual no-nonsense reply.

While Auguste could have (and usually preferred to) bathed himself, it was quicker with some else's help. And he was on borrowed time as is. In the interim of the bath and dressing, he made idle conversation with the listless servant.

[indent][i][color=#EEDC5B]"Is your family doing well?"[/color] 

[right]"As always, sir."[/right]

[color=#EEDC5B]"That's good, that's good. I hoped the doctor I recommended helped."[/color] 

[right]"He was helpful, sir."[/right]

[color=#EEDC5B]"Give my greetings to your family."[/color]

[right]"I will, sir."[/right][/i][/indent]

Soon enough, he was dressed into his assigned [url=https://i.imgur.com/0PRzDDS.png]attire.[/url] The arms, waist, and leggings were particularly tighter than necessary. Recently his father had been trying to up his appeal, mainly through his body. All of his newly tailor-made clothing hugged his body tightly; all a dress size too small and each threatening to cut off blood flow. It was easy to piece together what his father had in mind, but it wasn't any less troublesome.

Auguste thanked Clifton one more time before he was stopped by the servant.

"I've received word that His Royal Highness Callum is not attendance. Your father has tasked you with, quote, 'Dragging his ass into the ballroom', unquote." Clifton's expression shifted yet remained unreadable.

[color=#EEDC5B]"Ah, alright, I'll get Callum."[/color] Auguste nodded affirmatively. He had an idea where his brother would be. It appeared that Callum was somewhat of a troublemaker like Auguste, although much less covert in his methods.

Auguste had once more requested assistance from the servants, listing off possible places to search while he checked the most likely place Callum had stowed himself away in- the Royal Library. With a quickened pace he made his way to the library. As to be expected, no soul roamed the libraries due to the party.

[color=#EEDC5B]"Callum? Brother? Are you in here?"[/color] Auguste called out, his voice echoed slightly, [color=#EEDC5B]"Father has requested our presence in the ballroom, it appeared something big happened with Duke Vikenzo. The servants could scant offer any more detail."[/color] 

[color=#EEDC5B]"We have to make haste, you know how father gets."[/color]
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