Be Gentle with Me

Perhaps, because the young Princess resembled so like her father, Rene wondered if that spurred the deep need to find her. Adaria was a piece of Francesco, one that Mica could hold onto, watch bloom into adulthood and still have a part of her brother living and breathing. It caused Rene to think of his own, briefly. While very different, they each held a great pride for their house and connection to duty, Andreas brunted the bulk of the former. Being the spare had its perks and freedoms, though in the world of the Game, even such freedoms came at a price.

[color=#44b8ff]“It’s the least I can do, Mica. He was my friend too. He’d hunt me down in the afterlife, if there is such a thing, to scold me if I didn’t.”[/color] He’d toss her a firm grin, leaning back into his chair, but not before shrugging at her next set of questions.

[color=#44b8ff]“Oh. You know. Wallowing in self pity. Attempting to understand the grandeur and its mysteries through mathematics… the usual.”[/color] Eyes rolled, and he’d let out a long sigh. [color=#44b8ff]“If she goes to the wedding, I’m done for.” [/color]