[Kelsey could hardly remember any moment in his life when he had been more nervous than the one he was living right now. While passing guards who had a chance to be even remotely familiar with his brother, he pushed his helmet down, pretending to adjust its position. While passing in front of nobles, Kel had to remind himself to straighten his back too keep the proper posture of the knights they were used to.
Having so many eyes on him was nerve-wreaking. He was someone used to be around plenty of people, during his off-duty days Kel spent a lot of time dancing and singing with people at the tavern but... this felt so incredibly different. Those glances didn't come from amused friends, but from people ready to judge him at the first mistake... and he had to be perfect. Maybe, if he resisted long enough, Henry was going to come back. Perhaps, if he managed to handle the situation long enough, his father was going to find Henry and bring him back.
Kelsey's fists clenched to the point he could feel the metallic edges of his armor dig inside the skin. Good. Even if it was faint pain, it was grounding enough, something to keep his brain focused on as the main doors opened for him and he marched toward the throne. How much was the distance he was supposed to keep again? He glanced from behind his helmet, barely catching a glimpse of the blonde haired prince that was going to be his charge. This was... a mistake.
Still, he couldn't run away, not anymore. Kelsey took his helmet off, every fiber of his being praying that no one would realize his face wasn't the exact copy of his brother's, and brought the head protection to the side. With a right hand to his chest, he forced himself to kneel down on his left knee, bowing his head in the direction of the rulers of the kingdom. Please, please, please... let things go on smoothly. Now he just had to wait for someone to talk to him and give him permission to stand, at least that he could do.]
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Having so many eyes on him was nerve-wreaking. He was someone used to be around plenty of people, during his off-duty days Kel spent a lot of time dancing and singing with people at the tavern but... this felt so incredibly different. Those glances didn't come from amused friends, but from people ready to judge him at the first mistake... and he had to be perfect. Maybe, if he resisted long enough, Henry was going to come back. Perhaps, if he managed to handle the situation long enough, his father was going to find Henry and bring him back.
Kelsey's fists clenched to the point he could feel the metallic edges of his armor dig inside the skin. Good. Even if it was faint pain, it was grounding enough, something to keep his brain focused on as the main doors opened for him and he marched toward the throne. How much was the distance he was supposed to keep again? He glanced from behind his helmet, barely catching a glimpse of the blonde haired prince that was going to be his charge. This was... a mistake.
Still, he couldn't run away, not anymore. Kelsey took his helmet off, every fiber of his being praying that no one would realize his face wasn't the exact copy of his brother's, and brought the head protection to the side. With a right hand to his chest, he forced himself to kneel down on his left knee, bowing his head in the direction of the rulers of the kingdom. Please, please, please... let things go on smoothly. Now he just had to wait for someone to talk to him and give him permission to stand, at least that he could do.]