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[indent][sup][color=#EEDC5B]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/qr0eysM.png]Tunic[/url]
[color=#EEDC5B]Interaction(s):[/color] Wystan Blackmane [@mantou], Anastasia Danrose [@princess], Callum Danrose [@Helo]
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[/indent][indent][indent]Although Auguste said they were to go to the duelling event, it was much later in the day. He still was to attend the meeting with the kingdom's noblewomen. A short nap was in order, if to make himself look even a smidge more presentable. He glanced at the mirror in his office, his features definitely denoted a lack of sleep. He sighed, massaging the slightly darkening circles under his eyes. It did not help that he also didn't sleep much two nights ago.

Before that however, Auguste excused himself to Wystan and stepped out of his office. The prince greeted the workers that passed him, thanking them for their hard work last night. He was looking for his younger siblings. While he wasn't there for the meeting, he had a general idea of what likely went down in that meeting. 

Auguste found his younger siblings in-front of Anastasia's room. The two were appeared to be conversing. He caught the tail-end of their conversation, with Anastsia assuring Callum that she was his sister. A heartwarming sight that tugged at his lips. He approached the two.

[color=#EEDC5B]“Anastasia, Callum.”[/color] Auguste called out, his expression a tad grim with a hint of exhaustion. It seemed like he had a few choice words to say to his two rambunctious siblings but that couldn't be further from the truth. A moment's silence nestled into the atmosphere before he spoke, [color=#EEDC5B]“... I am sure Mother, Father, and Brother have given you both enough punishment.”[/color]

The two would find themselves engulfed in a tight hug. [color=#EEDC5B]“I'm so glad you two are safe.”[/color] Auguste whispered in a choked voice, [color=#EEDC5B]“Do whatever you want... just be safe, okay? Know that I will always be by your side. I will always try my best to help you two because you are my beloved siblings, worth be damned.”[/color]

The fear of losing his siblings grasped his mind, including Anastasia's kidnapping and Callum's forray into magic. It didn't matter to him as long as they came back home alive.

Auguste lingered in the embrace for another silent moment before he loosened his grip and straightened himself. [color=#EEDC5B]“Excuse me. I'll be going back to my office to take a short nap before the meeting this morning with the noble women. If you need anything, you know where to find me or Wystan.”[/color] 

Auguste made his way back into his office, asking a maid to wake him up some 30 minutes before the meeting with noble women. Wystan still sat diligently on the chair in-front of his desk. [color=#EEDC5B]“I'm going to take a short nap, Wystan.”[/color] Auguste stated, [color=#EEDC5B]“Get some rest too, even a twenty minute nap will help with lack of sleep.”[/color] He drew the curtains in his office and laid flat on the couch in the corner of his office. Knowing Wystan and his worries... [color=#EEDC5B]“I am sure no one will assassinate a prince in his sleep.”[/color] He chuckled darkly.
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