[ an adequate response, all things considered. he might've gone off in search of a cross to mount her on if she'd offered heartfelt sympathies. and even better that she doesn't ask they go to his lodgings instead, because the answer would have been no — his chambers at the palace hold no personal effects, and yet his housing here has somehow filled with depictions of his parents, of auguste, of his uncle. he's tried ridding the place of evidence of his life, only to find that it returns each time. ]

Kill any dog you see.

[ needless to say.

discerning the pathway through the mists proves to be a fruitless endeavor, but choosing a direction away from the theater feels better than staying put. his blade sheathed once more, he keeps his hand on the hilt of his sword as he walks, keeping his eyes straight ahead. ]

I've not yet ascended. The Regent holds the throne in my stead until I reach twenty-one. [ an age he will never see, if his uncle has any say in it. a difficult truth to swallow, and one he still disbelieves sometimes. ] Your Highness is the correct address. What rank do you hold? A cavalier is like a soldier, is it not?