#siegfriedheld

        With the pace at which Valter places himself in front of the doorway Xander almost collides with him. It causes him to stumble back a couple of steps in order to prevent such an action, and in an instant his eyes are narrowed. While he may not know the other personally he’s heard some small talk and rumors amongst the other heroes that were summoned. So he holds a bit of caution as arms find themselves crossing over his chest.

        “Valter.” His tone is firm as he gives a slight nod of his head in acknowledgement. “Is there something that you need?”

Valter smirked. “Something I need?” he chuckled, leaning against his Lance. “Why yes, there certainly is... Hehe.” He smirked at the noble knight, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. 

      As a future king and prince of Nohr, it was expected of him to uphold only the highest of standards. Nothing could be made out to be a fault. There was no room for a slight misstep or wrong calculation for if there were consequences would be had. Throughout his life it was one of the reasons why he had pushed himself so hard. To be the best meant little space for any sort of mistakes and to improve upon such travesties before they could begin to manifest. Yet, foreseeing the treacherous direction that his home was going towards under his father’s reign and Iago’s advising wasn’t something Xander had considered as a child. What a young and naive fool he had been.

        War was inevitable, but to watch those he had come to know and trust be slaughtered before him by the enemy was heart-wrenching. He couldn’t allow their deaths to be in vain, so he had soldiered on. But with a break for the group, he can only find himself pinching the bridge of his nose with eyes closed in harsh contemplation. What ifs and maybes crossed his mind in rapid succession as to what he could’ve done differently out on the front lines that day. It was the first time in a long time he put so much thought into such a situation, and for someone to read off of that energy was startling.

        He keeps his gaze glued to the dirt and stone beneath his boots as his hand falls to rest on his knee. “I know blaming myself will do nothing. It will not bring back the dead and it will not solve these issues. So a king is prepared to loose men, but inside a friend is not.”

Daedra kept her distance, trying to find the perfect balance of being close enough to show her support, but not daring to trek too  much into his personal space. The royalty of this land were very strict; she’d learned. Keeping very close to their titles and responsibilities and expectations.

Regardless, the redhead kept reminding herself that under all the that - Xander was a person and he had emotions, whether he showed them openly or not.

Two vibrant rubies swept around the corridors of the castle eagerly searching for a particular figure, blonde pigtails bounced in eagerness as the youngest of the Nohrian royals skipped along the steps giggling to herself. She had to find him, she had to find Xander. She wanted to share with him the special moments of tonight, the princess began her hunt through out the castle. She checked the training grounds first with no luck; then she checked the war council and throne room. She even peeked in his bedchambers hoping for a glimpse of his form.

Finally, she swings open the door to his study and drank his form behind the desk. Happily she sprints over towards him coming around the desk and glomping her elder brother, her sweet melodic laugh escaping her lips.

“Xander! Xander, I’m so excited~! I have been looking all over for you!” she chimes burying her face into the crane of her neck where she now dangled slightly, she began to climb up him wanting to cling to her elder brother. Today. Today would be a day for just her and Xander.

Leo wasn’t expecting much from Xander. Their father always knew how to keep him busy. There was another person he didn’t expect anything from, but not seeing Garon wasn’t even close to being as saddening as not getting to spend time with all his siblings. That’s not to say he was alone. No. Elise and Camilla would never allow for that. Leo was grateful for his dear sisters and their companionship, but it would have been better if they all could have spent the day together.

After a long day with his sisters, he went to his quarters to rest, only to find something upon one of the tables. A journal and quill? Leo couldn’t help a smile as he saw the note from his brother. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to him. Sure, he could write tactics or take notes from the books he was reading, but there was something more important he wanted to do first.

He's looking. You won't hide it from him for long.

STUFF THE FLOATY IN A CLOSET QUICK

It was hard getting used to a new place, especially when it still felt like enemy territory. It hadn’t been that long since Komachi’s deal with Xander, so she couldn’t help mulling over what his intention was in recruiting her. Still, it wasn’t something she could turn down. After all, the other option was death and she had to make it back to Haru...

That didn’t make the stares any less noticeable though. As much as she tried to ignore them, she was sure that their thoughts mirrored her own. She doesn’t belong here... She picked up her pace until she bumped into someone.

“Sor-” she started but realized who she had bumped into. She bowed to him. “My apologies Lord Xander. I should have paid more attention.”