As first light came to Rabanastre, as did the news about their king’s awakening. For days, the entire country--not just those in Rabanastre--didn’t know the fate of Wesley. Some speculated that he might not even wake. Some even thought he was dead and they were trying to explain the lack of his presence to the public. HOwever, as noted by the roaring and cheering throughout the great city, this was no conspiracy. Wesley himself held a morning greet as he stepped out onto the balcony and waved to his people; everyone cheered for their king and shouted to him as they wished him a speedy recovery.
And when Wesley stepped inside, he found his legs giving out once more. This was the fifth time he had tried to get up. It was a miracle he was able to stand for those long three minutes. He still wasn’t recovered from his coma. Of course, that was a given. He barely had time to stretch his legs, let alone actually properly heal. If he thought he’d be able to get back to his usual routine right after waking, then he was probably as arrogant as Zodiark was.
Thankfully, for Wesley, he had his sister to help him. Of course, thanks to his friends--namely Jaakuna--Wesley received a prototype Magicite Chair. As he would be led into the chair with the help of his sister and Alistair, Wesley would be pushed by the latter through the dimly-lit hallway, though the cyan magicite built into the chair illuminated a path and added a radiant light to the hallway; which in itself gave way to where exactly they needed to go; though Wesley knew these halls by heart so there wasn’t a need for a visual aid. Still, it did help him a bit. He didn’t have to think that much about it. He could just relax as he was pushed.
Eventually, as the Dalmascan trio turned a corner, they came to the Grand Hall where it seemed an elaborate breakfast was laid out for them. Wesley saw that most of everyone were present, though the absence of Jaakuna and Emiri were noted. No one seemed to have seen them since the two departed from Wesley’s room last night. Hopefully, they were okay. Wesley gestured a more well-behaved Cassandra to go sit next to Nadeline and away from any male. Meanwhile, Wesley had Alistair push him on the opposite of Nadeline, holding her hand and greeting her with a kiss. “Good morning, my queen,” he lovingly said to Nadeline, still holding her hand.
He looked around and saw quite the selection. There was quite the selection. Various main courses like omelets, pancakes, and egg-crusted bread cooked on a hot pan. Then there were various side-dishes like potato patties, sausage links, slices of thick bacon, and Wesley’s favorite, curry balls. Though Keiran had obviously helped himself, Wesley felt it would be rude not to join him in the venture of digging into this marvelous feast. Of course, Wesley would not only make a plate for himself but for his darling beloved, too. He only had two hands, so anyone else who would want a plate made would have to do it themselves. "What a glorious morning. My people cheered for me this morning. I went out to the balcony and greeted them.” Wesley suddenly spoke, breaking the long moment of silence that came with his arrival.
Safe to say that Jaakuna was not stressing as much as he was last night. With everything that happened and all that went wrong, there could’ve been so many wrong turns; while there were definitely a few turns that were unfortunate, there didn’t seem to be as many drawbacks from them as he had originally thought. Now, that being so, Jaakuna still had several things he would have to figure out. First and foremost, how was he going to explain to Roman that he was going to marry some uptight princess that he’s never met and how the fate of the treaty solely rests on his absolute compliance? There was also the matter of how if he didn’t do this, Emiri would go back to hating Jaakuna. So it not only involves politics but Jaakuna’s personal relationship depends on this.
He sulked for a few more minutes until he got up from laying down and just wandered around the room, searching for a decent pair of clothes to wear. Though he would think about just going out in some boxer shorts or something, Jaakuna had a bit more class than that. Without even so much as a warning, he popped into the bathroom while Emiri was relaxing. No manners at all. He popped the toilet seat up and decided to relieve himself by dropping a deuce. Grunting hard, Jaakuna let out a jovial sigh as he heard something drip into the water. Once satisfied he got up.
Walking past Emiri, Jaakuna glanced at her petrified face. “Might want to hurry up. I heard something about an early breakfast.” He casually noted, exiting the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
As he gathered up some semi-clean clothes, Jaakuna would put them on along the way to the Grand Hall. By the time he turned the second corner--just a few paces away from the hall itself--Jaakuna slipped his right leg into the respective pantleg, though as he did, it didn’t occur to him that part of the bottom of it was dragging along. Sure enough, Jaakuna fell straight on his face.
“Ow,” Jaakuna whined lightly, looking up as he would adjust himself properly. He saw everyone looking at him. While Wesley seemed to chuckle and smile, Savayna, who happened to arrive alone and around the same time, walked past him calling him a dumbass as she always had.
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