he’s tense, perhaps a little too tense for what had caused it -- but it’s not as though he’s feeling it intentionally. staring into space had been a skill of albert’s since he was a little boy. it was either that or he was running riot, there was no in between. when he hears footsteps he’s quick to sit up straight; it was nurture that had caused him to respond to sounds in such a manner. ever much the regal royal. when he notices it’s his sister, shoulders drop; calmness taking hold. “you know...if i have to listen to one more of these people disrespecting our home -- or england in general, i might have to actually become a serial killer.” he snorts, turning to face her, fingers rubbing at his temple. / @ofwindsor














