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"It's tonight Adonis. I can't have your brother stumbling in and making a fool of himself." The king sighed, turning away from his son. "Again..." His voice trailed off. Adonis nodded, gazing up at his father with understanding and respect. "I understand father. I do apologize about last time, if I would have been-" "No Adonis, it wasn't your fault. It rarely is. I just-" He paused, looking towards one of the many windows located in the castle. His eyes were soft and filled with concern. Standing stoically, his muscles proudly on exhibit, moving smoothly along with his breathing. The stallion was handsome and dignified, yet the years of stress that accompanied ruling were notable, much like an underlying disease. Maybe only Adonis could see it, he strongly hoped so. "Your mother is worried about him you know." Adonis shuffled a bit at his father's words. Whenever he referred to Raina as Donny's mother, the truth ringing within his body caused a sharp pain. He couldn't pinpoint just where, perhaps his heart. It's no wonder she's worried about Avem. I've never seen a mother care more for her son, than Raina does with Avem. "He's,..h-he's.." The stallion slowed his speech, beginning to lightly cough. Adonis stepped forward, desperate to help. Kunin dismissed his elder son, a few moments later re-establishing his posture. His eyes turned to gaze down at the smaller stallion. Adonis's own attention, which had remained on the ground only a moment ago, slowly trailed up, meeting his fathers eyes. "Adonis." "Yes father." He eagerly answered. For a moment, it seemed the two would share a secret, or exchange sentimental concerns leading to emotional deliverance for both parties. Adonis felt his heart rate begin to increase, his eyes squinting slightly, and lips parting.
"Father-" "It's nothing. Just make sure your brother is there tonight." He said, quickly moving across the room, and past the turquoise blue stallion. Adonis's eyes flickered, before soon falling back downwards. "Yes father." He answered obediently, sucking in a deep breath as his eyes closed. He relaxed, letting the previous anticipation and hope melt away. Once ready to carry on, and forget the moment before, his eyes shot open, before he turned to face the door. Watching his father trot away, his ears flicking along with the sound of hooves against the kingdom floor. His forelock, black based with streaks of blue (matching his coat color) and silver cloud grey, gently fell forward, covering part of his vision. He sighed, flipping around and closing the door with a kick of his back leg. He hurried up to his father's desk, reviewing the list of horses who had accepted the invites they had sent out for the ball. But something else was on his mind, something he couldn't quite name. He tried to read, only to be overwhelmed with his thoughts, scrambling on top of one another, trying to reach the top: his attention. He too, like his father only minutes ago, turned to gaze out the castle window. He slowly strode towards it, eyes half lidded and narrowed to review the images of the bottom of the glass. Below, he could see fields of flowers, stretching out as far as the eye could see. The color of purple blanketing the grassy floor. Why Avem. Why can't you be more considerate of your own actions. If not for you, for your mother.
"Father-" "It's nothing. Just make sure your brother is there tonight." He said, quickly moving across the room, and past the turquoise blue stallion. Adonis's eyes flickered, before soon falling back downwards. "Yes father." He answered obediently, sucking in a deep breath as his eyes closed. He relaxed, letting the previous anticipation and hope melt away. Once ready to carry on, and forget the moment before, his eyes shot open, before he turned to face the door. Watching his father trot away, his ears flicking along with the sound of hooves against the kingdom floor. His forelock, black based with streaks of blue (matching his coat color) and silver cloud grey, gently fell forward, covering part of his vision. He sighed, flipping around and closing the door with a kick of his back leg. He hurried up to his father's desk, reviewing the list of horses who had accepted the invites they had sent out for the ball. But something else was on his mind, something he couldn't quite name. He tried to read, only to be overwhelmed with his thoughts, scrambling on top of one another, trying to reach the top: his attention. He too, like his father only minutes ago, turned to gaze out the castle window. He slowly strode towards it, eyes half lidded and narrowed to review the images of the bottom of the glass. Below, he could see fields of flowers, stretching out as far as the eye could see. The color of purple blanketing the grassy floor. Why Avem. Why can't you be more considerate of your own actions. If not for you, for your mother.
