#francescaprieur

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francescaprieur replied to your post:your majesty, i am at my wit's end and seek justice! i have tried coaxing and cajoling and threatening, but still my son will still not eat his vegetables. surely this is in violation of some royal edict? please, you must come to my house at once and speak with him! he would not dare disobey a direct order from the king.

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A rather feisty pigeon assails Locke’s head before landing and allowing him to remove the message from the tube on its back,

The Court of Figaro invites you to a feast and celebration honoring the births of His Royal Majesty King Edgar Figaro and His Royal Highness Prince Macias Figaro, to be held on the evening of the 16th of August at Figaro Castle. The honor of your presence is requested.

The business of rebuilding had been hard, and brought him far from home. What Locke had so long considered home, rather. Now he stood outside Doma, scratching his scruffy chin contemplatively and staring at the western horizon..

Two weeks. Plenty of time to hop a boat, he hoped. It would be nice to see everyone again. The fact that their deaths no longer loomed in the tower to the south meant that they kept looser grip on one another. Locke especially, who still had a wanderlust no mortal could tame. Particularly when there was meaningful work to be done.

Look forward to it.

-Locke

Off the pigeon went, and Locke realized that gifts would be in order.

[royalxshock]

I'm home.

South Figaro wasn't quite as he remembered it last.

Along with the overwhelming nausea that had plagued him for the entirety of his journey, Edgar felt a great sense of pride. Nobody here seemed to have given up. Every citizen moved with purpose, determined to carry on and thrive in spite of the difficulties thrown their way. The town may very well be in a state of disrepair, but the people have never been more united.

Well, Kefka could take that and stuff it right up his arse!

The minute his boots met the surface of the narrow boardwalk, it was as though each set of eyes in the nearby area were drawn his way. He moved through the sea of faces that soon gathered - some of elation, but most shocked, especially those of the Castle guardsmen, most of them now out on duty in the town without a King to protect. The crowds parted to let him press ahead, maintaining a safe distance as though he were some ghostly figment.

All was silent, until a single uniformed man finally managed to get a grasp on reality and resume that which he'd likely only just got out of the habit of. He skidded to a halt at his King's side, shortly followed by a handful of other guardsmen all keen to protect their leader - and to likely try to find out why he'd been missing for so long.

"Presenting His Majesty, King Edgar of Figaro!"

On cue, the faces that were previously transfixed on his form all bowed low in respect. Though he felt undeserving and altogether awkward about the whole thing, Edgar made no move to stop any of them. This was how it would always be from now on; no longer would he be able to roam freely without recognition, and that was how it was always meant to be. These were the sacrifices he had to make for his Kingdom.

The citizens probably had plenty of their own questions, but he would have to address those officially at a later time. He had more important things to take care of back home.

...Or at least, in the place he'd have to call home for the time being.

Returning to the mansion wasn't a terribly nice prospect, given the actions of its previous occupants, but there was no other choice. This was the Royal Family's designated palace in times of an emergency back at the Castle, so he'd have to grin and bear the unpleasantness of it all - both the situation and the surroundings.

Edgar did have a bit of a wobble upon reaching the main entrance-way, hesitating in the doorway for just a few seconds, but he stepped inside nevertheless, determined not to turn back now. He was anxious -- had been for the entire duration of his travel, left to simmer below deck and think over every possible reaction that his return might bring.

None of it had prepared him for what he was about to face behind these doors.

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francescaprieur replied to your post: Having made a point to discretely follow Edgar around all day, Francesca currently stood off to one side, observing quietly.

"Majesty," she responded sharply, almost as if she hadn’t heard his greeting at all. "Would you agree that your personal doctor and I would be the two most knowledgeable people when it comes to your health?"

Don't you bloody start, old bag--

"Yes. May I ask why?"

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"GUARDS!" the old woman bellowed, jabbing a finger after the boy. "Catch that little heathen!"

Shit, now that right there might be a problem for the feral teen. He skidded to a halt, turning to throw a nasty glare at the women. What the hell had he done to earn her wrath!? It was as if he had done anything bad. Ah but there was the guards; charging forward at him. Unless they were prepared to stab him they'd never catch em.

"Gau no do anything!" He shouldn't loudly, taking off down the hall with the aid of magic. Unless he tripped he should be fine. Now if he could just find the entrance in this maze of halls he could make it outside. Ha, he'd like to see her get him then!

Quick down a flight of stairs, through on door, leaping across a crouched guard trying to catch him and he was nearly at the exit. He laughed, the guards were hardly a threat, although their attention seemed divided. Ah but the entrance! And if that didn't work he'd just leap of the castle. They never catch him! Never- and then his foot hit the end of one of the carpet, the teen launching face first into the ground and screaming at the immense pain now situated in his nose. He rolled once and then sat up, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes as he cursed loudly, many of the words said having been learned from Relm.

Course the carpets and a broken nose were the least of his worries...