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[indent][sup][color=#EEDC5B]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/qr0eysM.png]Tunic[/url]
[color=#EEDC5B]Interaction(s):[/color] Alden Plannington [@Terrance420].
[color=#EEDC5B]Mention(s):[/color] Edin Danrose [@princess], Wulfric Danrose [@SilverPaw], Layla Kadir[@Potter]Wystan Blackmane [@mantou], Zarai Lesdeman [@Rodiak], [@SausagePat] Ruby.
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[indent]The event had commenced, with his father being his usual self. Auguste could only silently sit through the shame of his father embarrassing the women who were excited to attend. A few of the women met his eyes as they left, he shot them a sad expression and mouthed a silent apology to those who did. Auguste was used to such things from his father, but it didn't make it feel any less bad than the first. While he knew this was foremost a political event to tie relations with other, powerful houses, making enemies like his father does daily is folly.

Auguste grit his teeth through the rest of the procession, and would do as he had always done- follow his father's wishes while attempting to accommodate others as much as feasibly possible.

The Second Prince raised a brow at Layla apparent interest in Wulfric's table. A second Shehzadi? Well, who knew his brother's (atleast in Auguste's opinion) endearing stoicism would be [i]that[/i] magnetic. Auguste choked down a chuckle. Perhaps it was an example he should follow, he mused to himself. Who knows where that strand could lead, in the back of his mind he hoped it was nothing too... destructive, given Alidasht's rather bloodied traditions. 

[i][color=9e0b0f]“It has been far too long since we have spoken, we must follow-up once this show is over.”[/color][/i]

[color=#EEDC5B]“A pleasure to see you once again, Sir Plannington. Of course, I am looking forward to it.”[/color] Auguste smiled. Alden Plannington, a man within my father's inner circle. Bless his father's heart, he tends to give stock to those who are yes-men. It did not mean they were trustable, just that they succumbed to every whim. As such, Auguste did not truly put any trust into most of his father's yes men. While he did not know much of Alden, him being a part of his father's circle meant nothing to Auguste. Wystan's investigation of the man was still pending, after all. 

[i][color=9e0b0f]“It is best to be open about possible prospects, you never know who may be the opportune lover for you. Even if her stature isn’t perfect, try the one in the wheelchair.  She’s a pretty one, most likely you will get along with her the best. Never hurts to try.”[/color][/i]

[color=#EEDC5B]“... I will keep your suggestion in mind.”[/color] Auguste did not mind who he would converse with, he would converse with whoever wanted to do so and would not chase anyone out within reason, status be damned. He did not want to make any more of the women any more downcast than his father had already made them. From some of the women's expression, it appeared that some of them did not want to be here, which he could understand.

Auguste cast a warm and inviting gaze to any of the women present. His eyes eventually landed on Zarai and Ruby, his expression softening into a smile. If either did not, well, so be it.
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