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[color=00F8FE]Time: Morning, ~9am
Location: Sorian Palace; Medical Wing to anywhere but here
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[color=9FA1A4]Callum's night was spent tossing and turning, muttered strange things, and at many points during the night he wined and cried like a child. Even as the effects of the drink wore off, the melancholy of the experience lingered on. His restless sleep was disturbed by the sounds of faint feminine voices, the familiar sounds of his mother and sister in yet another argument about something. Well, "argument" might be the wrong word for it, if he knew his family the way he was sure he did, it was more likely that his mother was berating Anastasia for something. Funny how he only really noticed that sort of thing after her kidnapping, before he’d only ever thought of his father as the one who liked to drive the will to live from his children. 

Callum groaned as he rolled over in the bed, planning to whine to his mother that he felt sick and needed a cup of tea just to distract her from her tirade just as he heard them leaving the room. That was when his brain finally woke up enough to wonder what was going on. 

[color=00F8FE][i]Why the hell were they even in his room?[/i][/color] His eyes opened and looking up at the ceiling he realized he was not in his own room. [color=00F8FE][i]Where the fuck am I?[/i][/color] He realized he remembered almost nothing about the party last night but the way his head pounded when he thought about it was a pretty strong indicator that he’d blacked out. [color=00F8FE][i]Shit.[/i][/color] He was in the medical chamber. [color=00F8FE][i]Double shit.[/i][/color] Apparently sneaking back in undetected had not happened. 

He sat up only to be greeted with instant nausea and the urge to dry heave but another set of eyes, crazed with fury, locked onto his. [color=00F8FE][i]Edin.[/i][/color] Callum bolted from the bed, his limbs tangled up in a sheet as he did so, which cause him to only fall wildly onto the floor. The prince, however, didn’t miss a beat and popped right back up, tossing the sheet and making a frantic dash for the door. 

He knew that look and knew how much trouble it meant he was now in. Callum reacted on instinct with the desperate fear of a child and ran as if his life depended on it. He knew running would only make it worse, the only thing his father hated more than disobedient children would be the absolute spectacle of his cowardly son running from him. But he also knew that no king wanted to be seen in front of his oh-so-important guests chasing down his son through the palace. Maybe he could buy himself some time before he’d have to face the beast. 

Callum’s mad dart through the medical chamber continued with him loudly slammed slamming the door closed and continuing to dart down a hallway. He was exhausted, felt a weird sense of déjà vu to be running like this, but thought nothing further of it. He paid little attention to where he was going or if anyone was watching, and focused only on getting as far away as he could, wondering if today was finally going to be the day his father sent him to the executioner. It seemed entirely possible. [/color]