#int:anton

“Mein Sohn!” Oskar beamed, bursting carelessly through his eldest son’s door, cape flapping behind him. Since arriving in France, the Shadow Emperor had maintained a close and watchful eye on his children. Though it had been said they had entered the summit under a promise of peace and unity, trust simply wasn’t given easily. And, most especially, when the situation involved the presence of so many others. Ensuring the safety of his children was Oskar’s primary priority, their happiness second, and he would have preferred to be damned before allowing anything less to occur. The realization that he and the Crown Prince were to be wed on the same day had been shocking, though he wouldn’t bring himself to publicly question the Sun King’s choices. “How are you feeling? It is a joyous day, is it not?” Personal reservations aside, Oskar refused to allow himself to appear unhappy or uncertain in the presence of his children. As luck would have it, the Emperor himself was in fact happy, his match with the Queen of Scotland had been a dream; he couldn’t have chosen better for himself.