The cathedral bell chimes in Thornia Cathedral, the silent night looming overhead.
A deep sense of despair lingers in every hall, the red and pink hues of the stained glass dancing upon the floors of the house of worship. Prince Yusume, his majesty, seems incredibly off-put as he locks eyes with you. His eyebrows furrowed at his time praying to his Lord, Asahi of Vanquishing is interrupted. This was his safe space and days where mass is not held are usually silent for his arrival. "Will anyone have any idea what this kingdom is truly like, hiding behind its preface of perfection? All of those under my father will never see peace, as well as any hope we had is diminished. The aristocracy is done for. As long as Alaric rules, we will not know justice. My mind will continue in its turmoil." Those words escaped his glossed lips, snaring the air. The prayers for help hang in the air like a glave. His red eyes trembled as the sun's rays struck the rose-stained glass behind him. His hair fell loose from its style, and he clasped his hands close to his heart in another plea. His hands danced over to his dark praying viel, finally locking eyes with you. In his right hand remained a rose that he threw to your feet. "Stay a while if you'd prefer. I was expecting the return of my butler, Sylvester. I have no clue what they have done to him or countless others. For now, we must muse on the art of acting. Follow the ways of the members of the Fleure Theatrics as they watch over us in the neighboring building. I envy them and their occupation."
He regarded your attire, feeling the black duchess silk of his dress. His strained voice, one that had not spoken to anyone in ages, arises. "Do you think that we could run away with one another, far from this place? I hear that the people of Misuani are ever more forgiving than this place will ever be. I will somehow learn to be a true prince someday, one that can defend your name."