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“Prince Henri... It’s a pleasure to meet you,” the Sollian crown prince spoke as he entered the grand hallway he had been instructed to meet the prince in. He had been in Bergia to meet with other nobles, nobles that were hopeful to wed their children to him, when he received a fire message from his advisor telling him to meet the prince - that it would be beneficial if he did. He could understand why, as an alliance between Bergia and Sollia would be a great one, so he followed in the advice and arranged to meet the prince while he was in their kingdom. “You and your family have been generous hosts to me to my time here... I can only hope to repay the favor should you and yours visit Sollia.”

four other crowns certainly needed his attention.

“henri, come. how have you been, my boy? i know things have been busy with the precoronation, watching your brother fight for his birthright and his life... among all the things you’ve been dealing with as well. your father has told me everything.” 

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With arms wrapped around a young orphan, the crown prince of Sollia pulled away before he gestured up ahead. “Why don’t you go run up and see what presents I brought you and your friends?” he asked before he watched as he quickly hurried to the boxes of food and clothes that he donated to the orphanage. With a smile upon his lips, he turned towards Henri Pryor before he gestured down the hallway. “So what do you think?”

With a glass of wine in his hand, Solomon stood in a crowd conversing with a couple of Medesi nobles when he spotted him. He was beautiful, to be truthful, in his white cloak that was obviously inspired by Sollia - the fabric light and minimal - and he couldn’t help but find his gaze drawn to him. “If you’ll excuse me, sers,” the prince spoke before he headed towards the beauty that caught his gaze, offering his hand to the prince. “Might I have this dance, your grace?”