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The streets were busy in the early morning, the bustling city life stirring with the waking of the sun and from his vantage point on the turret of the clocktower, Nikolai could see for miles around. No one knew he was here- no one knew he was even out of the castle and as the castle prepared for his birth-day celebrations, the former crown-prince enjoyed his solitude. This was his place after all- his place was among these people, on the streets with the runners and the friends he had made here.
And soon, he would no longer be here.
His betrothal had snuck up on him- he'd been searching for a way out of it for months and none had arisen. So today- today was the day he left behind his freedom to marry some old man. For surely, the man who had saved him must be old now, somewhere near forty. Nikolai had no desire to marry him but- his father had promised him.
He stood and then shimmied his way off the turret, making his way down the tower with the sure-footed fleetness of familiarity and was inside the castle in moments, dressed and ready to meet his father in the hall, where he would meet his match.
"Good morning, Father." His father, Marcus, nodded benevolently to him and gestured to a small chair to the left of the throne. And together, they waited.[/fieldbox]
@GALAXY

The streets were busy in the early morning, the bustling city life stirring with the waking of the sun and from his vantage point on the turret of the clocktower, Nikolai could see for miles around. No one knew he was here- no one knew he was even out of the castle and as the castle prepared for his birth-day celebrations, the former crown-prince enjoyed his solitude. This was his place after all- his place was among these people, on the streets with the runners and the friends he had made here.
And soon, he would no longer be here.
His betrothal had snuck up on him- he'd been searching for a way out of it for months and none had arisen. So today- today was the day he left behind his freedom to marry some old man. For surely, the man who had saved him must be old now, somewhere near forty. Nikolai had no desire to marry him but- his father had promised him.
He stood and then shimmied his way off the turret, making his way down the tower with the sure-footed fleetness of familiarity and was inside the castle in moments, dressed and ready to meet his father in the hall, where he would meet his match.
"Good morning, Father." His father, Marcus, nodded benevolently to him and gestured to a small chair to the left of the throne. And together, they waited.[/fieldbox]
@GALAXY