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[indent][sup][color=#EEDC5B]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/0PRzDDS.png]Ballroom Garment[/url]
[color=#EEDC5B]Interaction(s):[/color] Callum Danrose [@Helo], Edin Danrose, Alibeth Danrose.
[color=#EEDC5B]Mention(s):[/color] Duke Lorenzo [@FunnyGuy], Wulfric Danrose [@SilverPaw]
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[indent]Callum, his dearest younger brother. The black-haired prince perhaps despised his own family the most, though not without good reason. Even Auguste can attest that their father could be horrid on good days and terrible on worst days. Callum was the type to rebel, angering their already irascible father even more. His brother had a measure of bravery unbeknownst to Auguste, as while Auguste still loved his dysfunctional family, he did acquiesce to whatever his father wanted. The bravery to stand up to their father was laudable. Many times he's had to step in-between both of them, every time attempting to quell the flames to a smoulder.

His brother's icy words always contained an element of harsh truths causing the jab to sting that little bit more. Despite this, Auguste smiled back in response, [color=#EEDC5B]"You know me, ever the busy-body, eh?"[/color] 

[color=#EEDC5B]"I am not entirely privy on the details... but Duke Vikenzo may have incurred the wrath of the Alidasht Sultan, the Grand Vizier, and the Shahzade and Shehzadi."[/color] Auguste frowned slightly, Duke Vikenzo was an honest man, almost to a fault. The Duke appeared to be wholly unsuited to tread the barbed path that is nobility. The Prince's heart broke when he heard the news of his wife's passing. Ever since then Vikenzo has attempted his best to fit into the noble court... to varying degrees of success or failure.

Auguste slapped Callum's back with a grin, [color=#EEDC5B]"Stand up straighter, brother, we don't want to incur father's ire anymore than we have already have."[/color]

Auguste led the way to the ballroom, each step accentuated the silence between the two. It wasn't like Auguste did not understand his brother, in-fact he may be the closest to understanding Callum. However, their lives as princes have already dotted their fate. Be that good or ill, Auguste believed that they were to serve Caesonia and her people.

[color=#EEDC5B]"If father asks, inform him it was my fault for your late arrival."[/color] Auguste instructs. Throughout the years he's learned his brother had a weaker constitution than himself or Wulfric. During their youth Callum had always struggled to keep up with either of them... If things do indeed go sour, a physical punishment is something Auguste could suffer through quite easily, and he would rather not have Callum go through something like that.

The duo had finally made their way to the ballroom, entering as inconspicuously as two late princes of Caesonia could. A few eyes already trained on them as they stepped into the ballroom. The stench of animal musk and noble perfume imbibed itself and entered his nose. A certain underlying tenseness choked the friendly atmosphere.

Auguste made eye contact with his father, even from the distance he could tell that he was not pleased. Auguste steeled his expression and made his way through the ballroom to greet his parents first before anything else.

Ever the filial son.

Auguste returned the few that did greet him on the way with a quick bow and light smile before excusing himself.

[color=#EEDC5B]"Father, Mother."[/color] Auguste addressed them both with a genuinely warm smile and a full-bow. [color=#EEDC5B]"I hope your gathering has been going swell."[/color]
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