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Lance stared down at the scattering of pages in front of him. The dark text was blurred, mixing together to form a mess of black ink that Lance couldn’t decipher even if he tried, and he had been trying. He’d been sitting at the desk ever since his embarrassment at dinner. He had reviewed the many reports days prior, and had already memorized percentages and statements. It was better to rest then keep reviewing.

That had been Lance’s thought process until dinner. The Altean diplomatic party had arrived that day, and Lance had already screwed it all up. He was going to need every last bit of studying to restore his honor among the Alteans. This treaty was important, and his mother had entrusted him with organizing it. It was his time to shine, and he was balking under the pressure. He let out a groan before letting his head fall onto the table with a thud. He was doomed.

“That bad?”

Lance perked up. His eyes went wide as he turned to look towards the doorway. There, in all his glory, stood Sir Shirogane. He was still wearing his leather armor as if he had arrived not moments ago, and the first place he had gone was to Lance.