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[i][color=f0d705] “My father gave this to me on his deathbed for safekeeping. But it was always meant for Theodore–Now it belongs to you.” [/color][/i]

Even people that lived under a rock knew that Theodore Estora was destined for greatness. The son of a duke yearned for more and dedicated his life to the betterment of people's lives. He was talented, he was charismatic, he was adored by everyone who met him. Even in private he was sincere and kind-hearted, a stark contrast from the majority of nobles whose masks were only loosely tied to their faces. When he became Scion after King Reginald passed, many had seen it as a natural progression. And it was; he immediately used his elevated status to do good and even began steps towards the unthinkable task of peace talks with a country that had warred with the Estoran Foundation for [i]centuries[/i]. So it wasn't really surprising to learn that there were things Theodore was literally destined for, that there was something important enough that Henry had a [i]thousand-year-old artifact[/i] meant just for him.

And now apparently [i]Lucas[/i] had to deal with it.

As much as he knew that Henry would not have given something so precious to him if there wasn't a level of absolute trust, Lucas couldn't handle it at the moment. He wasn't going to toss the thing out the window or casually stuff it into a potted plant, but he was [i]not[/i] ringing this thing right this second. Aside from his gut telling him that once he did there was no going back, it was just too much. He didn't want to be a Scion, he didn't want someone following him around all the time, and he didn't want to have to deal with some crazy robot man after his life. Now that the dust had settled, what was supposed to be a comforting return to a place he considered his childhood home was now filled with dread and anxiety and he didn't want that. Not here. Veradis Castle was supposed to be his sanctuary, he went so far as to avoid fucking it up with his presence all these years and tonight threatened the peaceful memories he wanted to preserve.

Lucas didn't even remember walking into his assigned room, but now that he was here, he figured he may as well change his pants--he didn't want to disturb Rosemary further with the sight of blood. He wasn't a fan of any of the shirts provided, so he stuck with the blue dress shirt he had under his jacket and a pair of black slacks. As he made to leave, he noticed the stocked mini-bar, noticing a particular brand of whiskey he had favored. A drink to calm the nerves wouldn't be the worst thing. If he showed up all jittery and jumpy, Rosemary would worry. Showing up blasted would probably achieve the same effect, but getting a buzz would be fine. Probably. Maybe. Despite his hesitance, down the hatch the alcohol went, and he left the room significantly calmer.

Or at least, he was fine until he heard that [i]obnoxious[/i] 'clicking' of a pair of heels that he had personally tossed out a window once due to their incessant noise. Of [i]course[/i] the Princess of Rosaria would pick the noisiest pair of heels to wear. She was rubbing her arm, expression unconcentrated as she walked, though once she spotted him, she put on that stupid scowl she always had on whenever he was the one she was looking at. Mercifully, she continued to walk right past him. Unfortunately, he was now in a fighting mood.

[color=dodgerblue]"The snuggery too childish for Her Royal Highness' taste?"[/color] Lucas asked.

Belle's footsteps came to a stop. He heard her let out a long sigh, but sure enough, those stupid click-clacking heels of hers stomped over to him. It was a genuine delight to know that just speaking was enough to illicit a reaction out of her. She placed her hands on her hips, her dress clinging to her in all the right places. Belle had earned her nickname, but like always, that beauty evaporated once she spoke: [color=turquoise]"Must you antagonize tonight as well? Don't you feel you've done enough?"[/color]

That said, Lucas was genuinely shocked at her words. [color=dodgerblue]"What the fuck do [i]I[/i] have to do with the attack?"[/color]

[color=turquoise]"It was [i]your[/i] debut. Clearly, it's a sign of things to come,"[/color] She snapped.

Lucas couldn't help but just stare incredulously. [color=dodgerblue]"You're not hot enough to be that fucking stupid, just so you're aware,"[/color] He informed her. 

Her face turned red as she bristled with anger. Apparently he struck a nerve. [color=turquoise]"You--You are [i]insufferable[/i],"[/color] She hissed.

He shrugged and waved her off. [color=dodgerblue]"Good to see you finally up to speed with the rest of the world,"[/color] He commented as he continued on his way. Honestly, he hadn't planned on having yet [i]another[/i] spat with the Rosarian princess, but she had a special way of saying dumb shit that pissed him off. She really acted like the attack was his fault! As angry as he was, however, there was a slight panic underneath it. If she knew about the tin man coming after him, she'd have a field day over it. Everyone would.

Whatever semblance of a good mood Lucas had was gone with that line of thinking, and by the time Lucas arrived at the princess' snuggery, his mood was foul. Rosemary stood next to the table, likely having offered tea, and the Scions of Fire, Earth and...he wanted to say the quiet chick was Metal. He wasn't a fan of Justice and he was pretty sure he saw the tall guy beat a woman on their way in, which left the chick as the only unknown. 

[color=dodgerblue]"The one with a massive chip on his shoulder, the woman beater, and..."[/color] He gestured to Justice and Balder respectively before looking at...whatever the fuck this girl's name was. [color=dodgerblue]"A woman. Do be sure to behave."[/color] He walked around Rosemary and tapped one of the empty cups, watching as the little girl moved to pour him tea.
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