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Francois was expectant, waiting at his Audience Hall in the company of his also enthusiastic youngest son, fidgety to the Lady's and Crown Prince's arrival.
Parent and child had made their escape from Duke Sylfinnier's office successfully and walked to the Audience Hall, the Emperor was supposed to attend his subjects at, according to His Grace.
The path they coursed was quiet as Francois only focused on leading the way a few steps ahead of his child who shyly followed, slowly growing anxious to be left with his unattainable Father and preoccupied with the possibility of not being able to properly converse with him as he was supposed to.
Nonetheless, the indifferent Emperor had other things in mind as he took more steps through his Palace's corridors.
The man was joyous in a childish victory and aware that his schedule did not have any subject to receive this morning, his mood only heightened in leisure.
