The tired prince at a tired dinner

[rahl_jr]

It's been almost a week since Ariella left and Michael's punishment at the Palace began. The men he's training are learning faster than normal because while he's not breaking them, he's pushing them harder than they'd normally be pushed. The Temple is clean to Denna's approval every day. The one part of the punishment he's kind of hated are the

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[nxtstrwbrrygirl]

She's also fairly quiet, though, it's not for the same sorts of reasons. It's been a while since she's felt this bad. She's feeling so off that nothing she's wearing today are even in the most remote idea form fitting. She's got long cotton pants, a step away from wearing sweats, and a loose tee-shirt from a concert festival in Chicago.

What little conversation passes between them is very hushed. "Are you...coming to bed tonight?" she asks before picking a bit more at her food.

[rahl_jr]

For as tired as he is, his plate is nearly empty. Working so hard means his stomach demands food even if he'd rather sleep than eat. He can't even bring him self to wonder how his constant work schedule is affecting his sister.

He nods slightly, "Father hasn't assigned anything tonight so yes. Still have to be up before the sun rises tomorrow though." That, won't ever change until he's done.

[nxtstrwbrrygirl]

He's probably best not wondering. She's not doing entirely fantastically either.

Anna-Sophia groans softly, leaning into him slightly. "I never can go back to sleep once you get up." She would prefer him to just stay...

[rahl_jr]

His hand is offer her knee so his arm can wrap around her. He blinks slightly at her words, tired brain not working the best. "I could always just sleep in my room until I'm done getting up this early..." If it bothers her that much.