[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/OEh1rTU.png[/img][color=9AF781][h1]Lord Leo Smithwood[/h1]
Time: Morning
Location: Guesthouse to Edin’s Tea Party
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[color=CBCBCB]The day started off normal enough; a cup of coffee, a simple breakfast, and the local newspaper was brought to his room. Nothing in his room seemed disturbed, no unnatural slickness to the floor or shoes, and no one summoning him to an early morning lecture. Today he could simply enjoy breakfast and coffee without interruption and all interactions could wait until the day had a proper start, as it should be. 

The newspaper announced the day’s planned activities, it was abundantly clear where he wished to spend his time today. Any event that promised a dress code was sure to keep out the riff-raff after all. There was a childish drawing of Duke Lorenzo and he sincerely hoped Lottie had skipped reading the paper this morning. He checked the gossip collum, thankful not to see his own name mentioned there but groaned at seeing mention of Thea’s broken engagement. 

Or at least he’d attempted to groan but the sound that actually left his mouth was an odd squeak. 

[color=BBFC00]“What the-”[/color] He stopped abruptly. That was not his voice, not even in the throws of puberty had his voice cracked at such a pitch. [color=BBFC00]“What in Rothgar’s name?”[/color] His voice no longer cracked, it simply broke. Leo, much to his dismay, now sounded like he inhaled helium rather than normal air. 

An impromptu visit with one of the palace’s doctors revealed nothing. No signs of infection or illness, all he got was an unconvincing, and frankly rude, assurance that it ‘would likely go away’ and that he ‘probably strained his voice from talking too much.’ Leo certainly didn’t appreciate the obvious look of amusement, and poorly masked chuckles, from the doctor as Leo’s squeaky voice explained the problem. Expecting anything helpful from a Caesonian physician was his mistake, this was after all a city where the science museum claimed Edin was some sort of divinely chosen demigod after all. 

He changed into a linen summer suit nonetheless and tried to figure out how he’d get through a tea party without speaking. At least he had the small notebooks he’d bought yesterday to keep his notes in, Leo figured he could use those. As he looked over everything he’d written down about the secret party, he found himself erupting into unwanted, uncontrolled, shrill laughter. 

[color=BBFC00]“Gods-fucking-dammit.”[/color] He muttered as he stumbled into another unfortunate symptom. Nothing to be done about it now, he was just going to continue about his day and hope this really did fade with time. Today was going to be an absolute disaster but he would salvage what could from it. Once he got to the gardens, the normally soothing sounds of violins became an irritating reminder of his own now screechy voice. [/color]

[i]Leo’s daily misfortune: An annoyingly high-pitched voice and random fits of laughter. Who would do such a dastardly thing?[/i]