#highonour

his jaw aches from clenching his teeth throughout the evening. in his head, he has thrown off the table and stabbed a few guards before coming to the dais, pulling off that horrific mask and breaking it into shards across the floor. the inability to do just that had made it harder and harder to make it through the evening, but they had all made it. without causing a scene, without letting something slip through his lips that he knows should have kept sealed. he isn't stupid enough to blow up at the flicker of a light, but facing the culprits firsthand made it incredibly difficult. after all, the mask of etiquette did not come as easily to sora as it did to many others, quite apparently so. he did not know how everyone could act as if that speech did not happen, as if this man was not a nut case about to break open. it would require the smallest of sparks for him to explode, and tonight had made it even more clear. now that they are back in their chambers and away from prying ears and ever-seeing eyes, he lets out a deep breath and waits for his mother to enter the main room. pacing across the room only elevates some of the tension, though when she enters, he stills. inquisitive gaze searches her expression, concern seeping into his. "mother." a step forward towards her, he realizes he is still clenching his teeth. "are you... alright?"