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The male has a rather modest room, not having much but his bed, closet, mirror, and a table where he eats his breakfast every day. Other than that, his room isn't exactly all too lavish like some of his siblings, as Callan is a minimalist. His mirror is turned backwards so he can't see his reflection seeing as he hates it, but as it was one of the gifts giving to him by his previous maidservant, he can't bring himself to get rid of it.
Cal woke up pretty early. It was the day of the selection for both his elder sister and brother. Though, he had no interest in the selection in the first place and was surely taking his sweet time to get ready. He fixed the sheets on the bed and laid his blanket out properly before going to his closet to get some clothes. He got dressed slowly before going to the door and calling for a maid to come in. "I think I'll eat breakfast in my room today." He muttered. It was clear that the male hadn't exactly slept much, but that much was always evident. He went to his mirror as he dismissed the maid and used some concealer to hide the bags under his eyes. the male often had night terrors at night, which sometimes kept him up for hours. Of course, that's not something he'd admit to anyone. He'd rather everyone, including his family, think he was up all night reading or working.
Cal heard people outside and glanced out. He had just finished his breakfast and was about to go on a walk. The selected was here. This was going to be a pain. He saw almost everyone there but his older brother Simon. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. He needed to go on a walk. He grabbed the dishes from his meal and put them on the little cart thing that they had brought to him. He typically always brought his dishes to the kitchen himself, that way he can check up on everything in the kitchen and make sure it's going smoothly, as well as see what tea he would be drinking for the rest of the day. He often had multiple tea breaks, the male enjoying his tea quite a bit. Other than tea and water, he didn't exactly drink much of anything else. One of the maids grabbed the cart and he followed after her in silence. It would be bad if he was seen bringing his own dishes to the kitchen by the selected, so instead, he accompanied her.
(( He needs his everyday tea -
(( I'm going to hate myself for this
Cal went to his room and closed the door. He had informed one of the working staff around his room to place a sign on his door to not disturb him, as the only paper he had was in his notebook that he carried around, which, well, he wasn't about to tear a paper out for that. Usually, he did this when he wanted time alone, and well, he didn't even let his closest servants Casteel and Mya inside. He dropped onto his bed, though, he fell off the side and landed on the ground with a thump. He didn't seem to care too much, as he's been through worse. At that note, he was now staring at his hand, which he had lifted above his head into the air where he could see it. In particular, he was staring at his scar as he remembered it. The story was that someone broke into his room in an attempt to attack the young prince and had broken a vase and cut himself while trying to clean it up and being too prideful to admit he made such a mistake, kept it a secret which led to scaring. In reality, his previous personal guard had hired someone to ambush him in his room, who threw the vase on him in the struggle, breaking the vase all over his hand, which he used to block his face to prevent more severe scarring. In the end, the struggle did not end in the intruder's favor though, of course, as he killed him. He felt over the scar with his other hand. The scar had been almost four years old now. Cal had not wished to kill anyone, but at the time, he was panicked and didn't see much of a choice. After all, he was against a full-grown man and being an eleven-year-old, he wasn't strong enough to subdue him without a weapon. His personal guard, who was tasked with finding who sent the male to attack the prince, told Cal that it was the king's doing, wanting to get rid of Cal as Cal wasn't doing his duty as a decorative piece and was only causing trouble for everyone. Of course, Cal would later find out three years later that it was the guard that hired the perpetrator. He sighed and just placed his hand over his eyes. "I'm a fool for believing him," Cal muttered. Though, it was hardly Cal's fault. He was a young, impressionable, naive, and trusting prince when he was approached by the guard. Far different from his current self. Though, he still blamed himself for being so trusting, for letting anyone in like that. For Cal, the maidservant dying and leaving him alone and the personal guard's true nature coming to light were two of the greatest betrayals, two that left him closed off and by himself. Even if he had his current close servants, those he knew he could trust this time, he didn't let them in the same way he did with the last two.
The male just sat on the ground in silence, thoughts of self-doubt and hatred filling his head in the meantime. He was no different than his previous personal guard, with what he said to the crown prince. But, it was out of the goodness of his heart, right? Or... Did he do it because of that lingering resentment towards everything? He sighed and sat up, going to his closet and hiding in there. He did this when he was little, during thunderstorms when he was scared. Now, he just did it to hide from the world. He hid behind his clothing and closed his eyes, his legs pulled up to his chest. "Why can't I just go somewhere else? It's not like I'm important anyways, so why am I still here?" He muttered to himself quietly, opening his eyes once more to stare at the open space in front of him. In the past, when he was afraid, she used to be there, to hug him and tell him alright. Tears began to fill the male's eyes as he began to remember her. The maidservant was the closest thing he had to family growing up, the only one he felt ever actually cared for him. Maybe Kole was right? He was worthless and in the end, he amounted to nothing. After all, he couldn't even help Kassandra. He was too busy, being angry at her and ignoring her because she decided to go through with the risky birth rather than staying with him when he should have been by her side. Tears began to run down his face as he hugged his legs close to him tightly. "I'm sorry..." he said through his tears, voice wavering. It wouldn't be the first time the male broke down like this, what with everything that happened to him, it was only natural. What happened to princes always having their happy endings and perfect lives...? Where was his?
(( He's thinking about these things because of how he "lashed" out on Casbian, which is similar to how his guard would speak to him, telling him all his flaws and everything.
(( I feel like, when Cal goes off on his family like that, it's only because he's hurting. Having spent so many years like that with his guard, he began inheriting some bad habits from the other. It's kind of like a defense mechanism in some way? I'd imagine that while they were sitting there, the prince with his two possible fiances, he was thinking of his old maidservant and how nice it would have been if she was there with him. (even though I didn't write it lolol.) So, toward the end there, he hardened up and 'lashed' out, at the moment, hiding behind the guise that he was doing it because he cared about their kingdom and its people, even going as far as to convince himself that that's what it was. Otherwise, he'd keep his mouth shut like he normally does.
He's kind of a mess. He doesn't fully understand what he was feeling or why he acts out like that until he's alone and left to be forced to listen to his thoughts.
Callan had fallen asleep while crying, now waking up with a yawn. The male's eyes were pretty swollen and red. He opened the door and motioned for a maid to come over, telling her to call Mya or Casteel. He had a blindfold sleepy time thing over his eyes, that way she couldn't see it. The maid nodded and went to find one of the two servants. Cal sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had a pounding headache. He sat down at the edge of his bed as he waited for someone to return.
(( Tbh, I think Cal's room is going to mainly be self-interaction.
He glanced up at her. "Hey.. Can you get me something for swollen eyes? Like some ice or something, so it won't be noticeable in the morning." He said. He often called them in specifically for things like this. Cal had taken off the blindfold thing by now. His eyes were red and swollen from crying. He often called either her or Casteel in there for things like this, not wanting the other servants seeing and word getting out. It was showing the boy vulnerability after all, and the only ones he trusted enough to show that side to were Mya and Casteel. After all, they were loyal to him.. right..? He shook his head, pushing the thought from his mind. His legs were drawn close to his chest as he rested his chin on his knees, looking over at her. It was moments like these, that if he had decided to show the world, that really made the male seem more and more like his age. After all, some people forget, but, he was only fifteen. A fifteen-year-old who had already lost a lot and basically was so self-deprecating that it could cripple a man.
He thought for a moment, hesitating a bit. "Can.. you stay a while? just until I go to sleep?" he asked quietly. He remembered how Kassandra would always do that for him, stay by his side till he fell asleep on stormy nights. After all, he didn't exactly have a father or mother to do that for him. He wouldn't want to bother the king or queen to do something as mundane as take care of their own child. The thought of it made him bitter. He glanced at her again. Honestly, he seemed nothing more than a scared, lonely child acting out, at least, when you got the chance to see him like this. It was to be expected that he hardened his heart to the world. After all, he was manipulated, decieved, and left behind for half of his life. Not to mention, he had to take another's life at a rather young age, just to protect himself. It would be stranger if he didn't to be honest. But, he was still young and he was still human. He was vunrable and just wanted some company. Honestly, what he yearned for the most was probably an actual family. A loving mother and father, siblings he could argue and play with. However, with their dysfunctional family, that was highly unlikely.
He nodded and laid down, using his sheet as a cover. He closed his eyes and attempted to sleep. It took a while, and a comfortable silence filled the room, but the male eventually fell asleep after a bit. If he was by himself, it was likely that the male would have stayed up for hours. He didn't exactly like being alone in times like this, as there was no telling what he might do. It felt comforting to have someone there for him in times like this. Which, unfortunately for him, he couldn't rely on his family for.
(( I just wanted a small, sweet interaction between him and one of his close aides
(( Should we say it's the next day and they went do their own things? I'm pretty sure everyone is a day ahead of Cal here-
Callan woke up rather late that day, finding that his maid had left to do her own thing. He sighed and got up. He went to take a quick shower before getting dress, yawning quietly. His eyes were no longer red and swollen, but he looked pale, and honestly, he felt it. He finished getting dressed before walking out. A maid asked him if he wanted breakfast and he just shook his head. He walked off, needing something to distract him. He'd get his tea later.
Cal talked with a few maids upon hearing them gossip. Apparently, his older brother had been on a date with two of the selected and brought both back to his room. He sighed. Normally, he would redirect the flow of the rumors or bury it with something bigger by making someone else the topic in social circles, like one of the higher castes. He liked to handle things before they blew up too big. However, he decided to leave it. He didn't need to fix everything after all. He would leave this to his brother and see how he handled the situation. After all, his brother would be the king soon. He would need to know how to at least divert people's attention to certain rumors or change it. He sighed once more before dismissing the maids, walking off. Maybe he should pay his brother a visit later on?
Cal talked with a few maids upon hearing them gossip. Apparently, his older brother had been on a date with two of the selected and brought both back to his room. He sighed. Normally, he would ..."
((PFFT, poor casbian, all he wants to do is play some violin for em'. but i can't control the laughter))
(( Cal woke up and chose violence.
Ginger_Spice wrote: "((Ikr, I think yes-))"((It's 5:00 PM on the day of the selected arrival rn))
Cal made his way to his room, Casteel following behind him. He went to his door and walked inside. He sat on his bed and started unbuttoning his shirt, impatiently trying to get free so he could get into his robe. He needed to burn those clothes now. He glanced upwardly at Casteel. "Can you get one of the maids to prepare some hot water?" he asked him. He stood up and grabbed his robe from his closet, hiding in there for a moment so he could finish getting undressed, wearing nothing but his robe and underwear now. He was fine with showing a bit of his chest, but he wasn't comfortable changing or being naked in front of others. "You and Mya will also be attending the banquet with me today, as there will be a lot of guests. Now would probably be the time to do anything you need to be done before then," he told Casteel. While Cal technically did make orders, he never made any of his servants do anything they didn't want to do. If he noticed any discomfort or if they genuinely didn't want to do it, then he wouldn't make them and even allowed them to tell him no. Outside of their normal duties of course. Just when he made requests like this one, or when he asks a servant to gather information for him. He would still make them do their duties as servants of the palace though, as that is what they are being paid for. Stuff like bringing him hot water to bathe and his food was a given, as well as cleaning. Though, he didn't make any of his servants clean his room usually. There was a tub in the male's room, with curtains surrounding it, as it's usually where he bathed.
Casteel nodded and stepped out of the room he saw a maid passing the room and told her to prepare the bathing chamber for the prince, she maid nodded and hurried off. Casteel stepped back into the room “So I’m going to go and get ready for a banquette,” he says with a slight frown, he never really liked large gatherings but he needed to be there. He turns and leaves the room.
Cal watched as Casteel left. He sighed and plopped on the bed. He was tired and all he wanted to do was curl up and cry. But he couldn't, as he needed to go to the banquette. So, he needed to suck it up and pull through. The shaking soon stopped and he glanced over at the ceiling. He closed his eyes quietly. He needed some rest once this whole thing was over. However, as they had guests, he needed to go. And well, he needed the only two of the three people in the palace that he truly trusts to be at his side to pull him through it. He would be fine no matter what happened as long as he had them with him, he felt safer with them around. Something he hadn't felt for a really long time. Once the maid came back, he went and took a bath. Because he needed to reapply makeup, he decided to keep it short. He'll just spend hours after attempting to get that feeling to go away. Once he finished, he walked to his closet and got dressed. He sighed, feeling a bit better. He started reapplying his makeup to hide the bags under his eyes.
Casteel walked to Prince Callan door he nocked on the door “The banquets starting,” he says through the door.
((Hold up ima reframe that becuase i didnt know she was a princess XD ))
Casteel stepped back in respect for the princess and did a curt bow, he straightened up and looked back at the door his eyes narrowing slightly Why isnt he answering? he thought, yes it had only been a few moments but it was Casteels job to expect the worst, his hand went to the hilt of his sword almost casually
(( Gimmee a moment. I wasn't on because it was school hours
The male had zoned out, sitting on the edge of his bed. He had finished his makeup, but he was still feeling a bit sick. It was probably best to head to the ballroom, as then he could block out his thoughts with something more trivial. Sitting here in the quiet and letting his thoughts roam wasn't good for him. He got up and walked to the door, opening it. His hair was put in a neat ponytail rather than its usual messy bun. He glanced at his two servants. His eyes did not look as red or swollen as they did that morning, as he had been pressing cold ice. It's been a while since he last cried as well, so it was only natural that his eyes went back to normal. His eyeliner and pale skin seemed to bring out his clear, bright blue eyes, making them more noticeable than before. He seemed to be dressed up a bit more than usual as well. He looked toward Casteel and Mya. He did not apologize for not answering, though, it was clear with his small apologetic smile. He didn't smile often, so it did not look natural on his face. Most would assume that something was up if he was smiling, as it was an extremely rare occurrence. After all, he was never happy and hasn't been for years. His apologetic smile soon faded though. "Come on, let's go." He muttered, glad that both his servants were coming with him. "When we get there, I'll greet the king and queen first. So, I want you to stand a respectable distance behind me so nothing bad happens." He told both of them as he began to walk.
(( I'll post in the ballroom now-
Callan walked in. He didn't have much time to really do much, so he quickly changed and washed off the blood from his skin. He changed into something simple, something he had gotten from one of the guards. It was commoner's clothing, something he wouldn't mind getting dirty. Upon finishing up, he walked out and made his way to the dungeons
Callan walked into his room, closing the door behind him and quickly stripping. he had already had a maid prepare his bath water. he needed to soak for a while. after finishing his relaxing bath and being able to properly scrub himself clean, he went to his closet and dressed himself. he had felt a weight lifted off of his shoulder, kind of. now that the male was dead. he finished getting dressed and made his way to the training grounds. he did not bother to put on make up to hide his bags or anything like that. he just wanted this to be over with quickly and he couldn't be bothered to do so.
