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An awkward hush fell over the guests in attendance as Viktor approached the newest queen of Aurelia. He could hear the way that the guards shifted, low growls of warning filling the room as the supposed murderer of the previous king passed by. It hadn’t been easy, making the conscious choice to attend the coronation when every one of his people wished to greet Catarina in a much more violent way. However, this was a role that he had to play no matter what, even if the very idea of peace between their kingdoms was in shambles at their feet before they had even exchanged a word. Yet standing there before her, knowing that she had lost so much as a result of his own naivete, was a heavy burden to bear. 

How word of his involvement in the riot in town had not traveled was beyond him. When he’d made his report, he was sure that everyone from the top of the peerage to the lowest human would know. But somehow the crown had kept it silent; or at least no one had yet mentioned it to him. He was grateful, but it gave him no comfort. Not when he kept awaking in a sweat after running yet again through the storm of bodies as people were trampled around him and the blood of those he couldn’t save soaked through his skin into his soul. This should have been the perfect thing to take his mind off that incident, but Tonio just kept finding himself slowly wandering farther away from people and the noise until he was out on the high street. Here, where the revels were more generalized for the masses that were not permitted in the castle, he found his way easily through the throngs to a less crowded square and a bench. He sat, not cognizant of the fact that he’d accidentally stolen his untouched glass of wine until he found himself staring absently into its burgundy depths. He had no appetite for anything except his own company tonight.