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Justinian had always adored the Millenium Festival most of all the events his position demanded him to attend. Weddings and the confirmations of Scion's were very samey affairs, if important, but the festival was always something new. Juniperus seemed to truly come alive with the sights and sounds, a fairy tale that he'd only dreamed of attending when he was a small lad, watching it all a dirty tv screen with his friends. They had even pretended to be the various Scions of the time, leaping into action due to a Secret Kaudian raid or monster attack or some such nonsense that children come up with. 

Yet all Justinian had felt throughout today was a sinking pit in his stomach that turned and coiled inside him like an angry viper. His pre-game vlog to his followers had been lethargic and dreary, his preparation reluctant, and his mood outside of the public eye was one filled with biting remarks and sour looks. Bianca had been on the recieving end of a few of those, though he had come to his senses enough to apologize before the ceremony begun in earnest. But that didn't make the viper stop squriming and biting at his gut, filling him with a stining poison he couldn't quite identify. Anger? Sadness? Frustration? Maybe all of them, maybe none of them. All he did know was that it didn't feel like there was much worth celebrating when it comes to the [i]second[/i] blessing of a Templar. 

[color=darkorange][i]What a farce,[/i][/color] The Scion scoffs under his breath, unknowingly mirroring the thoughts of the man who held his scorn.

His posture was rigid as watched the proceedings of the blessing, rolling his eyes as the Princling's sparkling personality put itself on full display. Honestly, maybe they were perfect for each other. Neither seemed capable of holding their tongue if they thought it had something clever to say.

[color=darkorange]"Such a shining example of Royal pedigree. How Incepta must be proud."[/color] *Justinian mutters to Bianca as he adjusts his suit for what was likely the fifth time in as many minutes. It was fine tailored if somewhat drab affair, at least to the bejeweled abominations that he was often seen with when he felt like grabbing attenion. Grey coat over a black vest and tie that both sported a dull amber trim. Humming beneath it all was the shimmering glow of the Mother's mark, as it had been since the day he recieved it. Some thought it a vanity, but in turth he had fogotten what it was like to not have the Incepta's gift flowing through him and it's presence often gave him comfort in trying times. 

[color=darkorange]"So. . . penny for your thoughts?"[/color] It wasn't what he really wanted to say. He wanted to leave and be done with today, but he knew that neither the church nor Bianca would let him simply walk away from his duties. More than that, he knew that he had to suck it up and do his duty. A Scion was to be an inspiration to the poeple, so he couldn't let his mess of muddled thoughts show anymore than they already did. So, while he worked on getting those emotions in order, he'd pass the time with small talk with the one person he didn't have to put on a mask for. Bianca planted his ass into the dirt more times than he could count, so there was no need to try and save face around her. It was refreshing, sometimes. Other times, he wish he didn't remember the taste of grit whenever she started glaring at him. [color=darkorange]"That newbie templar seems funny? Why don't you chat with her, get a cookie. You deserve a cheat day."[/color]