Venetian-Owl
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- Posted: Sat, 26 Dec 2009 17:39:45 +0000
Peony stood there, silent. He hadn't spoken a word for an extended time, and continued to keep to himself. In all honesty, he didn't feel well; the stress of simply worrying about the throne and a possible seize of it was enough to give Peony a headache. And he had one! This pressure in his mind was almost convincing him that he must go back... But he'd made sure the system was stable before he left... Yet still, this anxiety would not leave. Maybe he should go back... Maybe it was for the best. Although, he also loved to be with his siblings... He was also a leader, which required him to be impartial. Dammit. He'd never wanted to be the leader, it was too much for him to handle. He enjoyed the simple life he'd had with Nephry, Jade, and DIst in Keterburg as a child; that was the only type of life he needed. Yet he got a title throne at him, and " destiny" a word used against his indecision.