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killian hated matters of court.
it wasn't that he hated the matters, or the court. he tried to make it a point not to hate anything, and yet some events simply made it impossible. his father holding court with what felt like the entirety of eruba was one such event. they came to meet with the apollian king and his family, with their horses and banners and people, and the darkness followed.
in his years of life, killian had only seen three such meetings; the two kingdoms made it a point to convene as little as necessary, and for good reason: it was no secret amongst the kingdoms that eruba and apollis did not... get along. it was only natural, to be perfectly honest, that a kingdom of light and color would not enjoy the allyship of a place of such shadowy business.
after the pleasantries, the official greetings, the handshakes, the introductions, the snide remarks from those in low enough titles they could get away with it, the duties required of him from this first day at court, killian took it upon himself to slip away as quickly as he could. he'd seen plenty of similar meetings, anyway, he didn't need to stick around for one with eruba. the shadows creeping along the walls that typically saw no shadows at all were making him uneasy.
as he slipped out of the great hall, eyes trained on the seats nearest him, an excuse prepared if any of his neighbors were to question why he was leaving, killian turned his body before his head. this was unfortunate, as where there was once air killian found himself walking face-first into a body.
"what are-" he found himself ready to scold whichever member of staff took it upon themselves to be privy to royal matters, though a glance upward (upward? he wasn't used to having to look up to lock eyes with someone) stopped him. "are you not supposed to be in court right now, prince ryn?"