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Ah, John expected as much. Glad to see the duke still had some restraint and capacity for reasons. And a good testament that remaining calm and collected in a situation like this was always a good thing. No need to get violent early on, even though if push came to shove, he [b][i]absolutely[/i][/b] can. 

Seeing that she was back from her trance to reality, she looked like she was fine after all. Nothing particularly worrisome about her behavior, which relieved John quite a bit. And a pretty invitation to the play too. It would have been quite a bad look to refuse her offer, but the problem here was that the seat she was referring to was empty because the nobleman earlier had vacated it, and was now looking to have back. He couldn't just take that spot from the lad. 

[color=5486ae]"Thank you, miss, but I've proven intrusive."[/color] John gestured towards the nobleman, stepping aside to let him sit down. [color=5486ae]"Would have loved to join otherwise."[/color] 

Well, not exactly? It was a Caesonian play after all, and he was no fan of them, seeing them as no more than an extension of the degenerate over-sensationalized Caesonian Morning papers. It's been a while since he had seen a proper and artistic play from them. 

John left the theatre afterwards, continuing his curiosity driven wandering for a while longer until a messenger approached him. This wasn't the guys from the Institute, so John was curious to who would be sending a letter to him of all people. Calbert was the only notable person to pop up in his mind, but the flowery envelope seemed to suggest otherwise. Upon opening, the beautiful handwriting gave it away, if her signature hadn't already.[hr]
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Despite the notable lack of excitement on John's part, he still took his time to prepare for the party. In fact, he even decided to get a [url=https://i.redd.it/331ebqvwsuz31.jpg]change of attire[/url], [i]slightly[/i]. It was a newer and more modern fashion style for the Varians, but patterns remained simple and humble, a notable pride on their open-mindedness and egalitarian culture. On one of his collars was the signature pin of every Institute member, an honour he was willing to display to everyone. It seemed rather formal for a dinner under firework, but like he told Nahir, he was someone who would wear the same kind of clothes all over until the day he dies.

Sadie's park arrangement were very obvious to the eye even before he arrived at the park, the picnic blanket acted just like flowers from afar. It was a nice marker to follow, and John headed straight for there. It seemed like he was quite early to the dinner, as only the princess and her servants were around. 

[color=5486ae]"Good evening, your Royal Highness. Thank you for the invitation."[/color] The doctor approached Sadie with a polite bow and a smile. [color=5486ae]"How has your day been treating you?"[/color]

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