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Mar. 18th, 2014 11:56 pm[ Roberto is dressed down today, putting aside the Blades' signature armour for just his blue uniform. He's sort of settled down into the castle now, having actually made a conscious effort to understand his surroundings due to his... unfortunate circumstances of remaining here. He heads to the Princess' room, his mind jumbled with fragmented thoughts and minor irritations as every landmark and object he passes on his way reminds him of how he's not home. When he arrives at Manaril's door his demeanor is hesitant, even a little unwilling. This is all too agitating for him. He would rather be wandering through a forest, training with Meruvis, learning from Chrodechild's words... Quarelling with Sieg, even. Not that he'd admit that. ]
Princess?
[ He knocks upon the door firmly despite his uncertainties about the situation and how to handle it. How do you handle a Princess who's forgotten some very important things, and who doesn't even seem to know that her mother is gone? He has a slightly pained expression, although it can easily be mistaken for irritation. ]
It's Roberto. From the Blades. Remember?
Princess?
[ He knocks upon the door firmly despite his uncertainties about the situation and how to handle it. How do you handle a Princess who's forgotten some very important things, and who doesn't even seem to know that her mother is gone? He has a slightly pained expression, although it can easily be mistaken for irritation. ]
It's Roberto. From the Blades. Remember?
