[He might die anyway, at this rate. He accepts the wine with an odd look of relief, swirling it in the glass like he's watched the snobs at formal occasions do sometimes. Apparently it's A Thing you do with wine.]
I guess. Only because I was the prince- if I wasn't, they'd never have noticed me.
[And he's not fond of the attention, never really has been. It felt deceptive on both sides- for them, fawning for his favour just to get ahead in life, and for him, getting that adoration under false pretenses instead of his own merit. Hard to feel good about that kind of thing when you know all they care about is your lineage.
Ugh, whatever. He's here to enjoy a day with Luna, not think about the ones who don't matter. He offers his glass out towards her, half a toast with no words attached.]
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I guess. Only because I was the prince- if I wasn't, they'd never have noticed me.
[And he's not fond of the attention, never really has been. It felt deceptive on both sides- for them, fawning for his favour just to get ahead in life, and for him, getting that adoration under false pretenses instead of his own merit. Hard to feel good about that kind of thing when you know all they care about is your lineage.
Ugh, whatever. He's here to enjoy a day with Luna, not think about the ones who don't matter. He offers his glass out towards her, half a toast with no words attached.]