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[color=#EEDC5B]Interaction(s):[/color] Edin Danrose [@princess], Zarai Lesdeman [@Rodiak].
[color=#EEDC5B]Mention(s):[/color] Ruby Davis [@sausagepat], Wystan Blackmane [@mantou], Edin Danrose [@princess].
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A crash and thud silenced the ballroom for a moment. Auguste eyes were drawn to the woman Callum had been conversing with. He watched her, mouth slightly agape, as she skillfully slithered across the floor before King Edin screamed commands to escort her out of the premises. A pang of pity rang through his chest as he watched the guards flanking her sides. 

Auguste had to give credit where credit is due, Callum exercised taciturn restraint was being relatively co-operative in this event, and it wasn't really him that caused the supposed 'disruption'. Auguste raised a brow as picked up and then began peeling the onion.

[center][i][color=00F8FE]“Hey, Auguste, I got a gift and a snack, not too bad huh?”[/color][/i][/center]
[color=#EEDC5B]“... Not bad indeed.”[/color] Auguste replied with a half-smile and chuckle, as his brother took a massive mouthful of the onion the lady had dropped. Auguste respected Callum's attempt to shift the attention of their father to himself. Auguste gave his brother one last look as he chewed the onion and gaped at Edin.

With a shake of the head, Auguste turned back to Zarai with an apologetic look. [color=#EEDC5B]“... Apologies, Lady Zarai.”[/color] He said, [color=#EEDC5B]“Please go on.”[/color]

Before Auguste could formulate an answer for her questions, she shot him a look. Was knowledge of her fencing unknown, he had heard it in passing from Wystan. Perhaps it was something he shouldn't have broached. He wasn't prepared for what came next.

[color=93a477]"I must apologize but I must be curt with you."[/color]

Auguste nodded, he appreciated honesty given his experience with other nobility- honeyed words and hidden agendas.

[color=93a477]"My family has decided that I am now too old to be an unwed lady and wish me to marry. That is every parent’s wish for their children of course, but unfortunately, mine are evil, as you would understand because you’ve met them. So evil, right?"[/color]

His expression stiffened a bit. This level of honesty did shock him.

[color=93a477]"Anyway, if I do not find a husband of my own by the end of this season, I will be forced to marry old stinky Lord Monet. I am serious about the stinky part. How, in the seven hells, does a man stink of wet dog and expired sausages simultaneously? On top of that, that man is weird."[/color]

Lord Monet. Auguste furrowed his brow, the noble's name was familiar, perhaps from Wystan. Report aside, while normal to marry off children for political power, he felt this was a step beyond that. 

[color=93a477]Apologies for the tangent, but you’re right, to the point. If you ever, for some reason, find yourself needing a woman to marry and don’t have a clue who, I do hope I cross your mind. I’ll be in the guest house. You know that didn’t have to tell you. Could be an easy marriage, open if you would like. I don’t stink; I hope I don’t. My family has the money, the status, and the pedigree, if you guys are into that. Really, we’d be a good match. You like swords, I like swords. We both like swords. It could work out!"[/color]

Auguste could only blink at Zarai and her utmost honesty and pragmatism. Were the Lesdeman's truly such forceful nobles? Before the Prince could even fully soak in her words, [color=93a477]"Ah fuck."[/color] She got up to leave.

[color=93a477]"I am so sorry, Your Highness. Please forget everything I just said."[/color]

[color=#EEDC5B]“Ah hold on-”[/color] Auguste said, but had already left earshot. A clear and confused expression formed on his face. Her words, it was something to consider, especially with how sympathetic he felt towards the girl. 

Had Auguste upset her, perhaps the mention of her fencing or his exhaustion. Or was it because of his familial name, his family had definitely wronged more than a few nobles, that he was certain. Either way, he would apologize to Lady Zarai the moment he is free and able.

Her knight began walking towards her wheelchair to collect it. Auguste got up from his table and pushed the wheelchair towards the knight. [color=#EEDC5B]“Here, Sir Barrios.”[/color] Auguste said, turning the wheelchair towards Barrios. [color=#EEDC5B]“Please extend my apologies to Lady Zarai, it seems that I've upset her in someway, and for that I truly do apologize.”[/color]

[color=#EEDC5B]“If you'll excuse me,”[/color] Auguste placed his right hand over his heart and bowed. The militaristic salute of Caesonia- An egalitarian and respectful gesture often done by knights or military to each other. It wasn't often that a prince would do such a bow, especially to those 'perceived' to be in a lower caste, but Auguste had picked up this habit from his frequent jaunts with his kingdom's military and knights. Only other knights or military men would be able to pick up this gesture and its meaning, others would simply view it as natural respect.

Augustee turned away and sauntered to his table. It wouldn't do for him to forsook his duty when Callum was trying his best.

Auguste, once sat down, let his natural smile creep back onto his face all the while pondering his talk with Zarai with an odd confusion nestling softly in the back of his mind.
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