[center][img]https://y.yarn.co/3b33de7f-dc1e-40c7-81a1-673a36ae7657_text.gif[/img][color=hotpink][h1]Lord Leo Smithwood[/h1]
Time: Morning
Location: Sorian’s shrine of Edin to The Royal Curd
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Daily Misfortune: Leo's hair and skin are now hot pink.[/color][/center]

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Leo prepared himself for the arduous hours of church-filled boredom that were surely about to commence. As King Edin began a speech that was all gods this and holy that, the young lord’s mind quickly began to wander. Irritatingly, his mind wandered back to something Riona had said; [color=DAF6C7][I]She’s waiting for you to snap. See how much you take after your father when that happens.[/i][/color] A comment he’d chosen to ignore at the time, because it was a ridiculous utterance from a nobody who likely knew nothing about his father, and arguing with maids in the street was a bad look for him. 

[color=hotpink][i]Was his father’s temper bad enough for Lady Morrigan to have commented on it?[/i][/color] Sure his parents fought, frequently, but didn’t everyone’s? Duke Feralt certainly had little patience when it came to dealing with servants and the unimportant, but he’d always been to keep decorum when it mattered. Hadn’t he?

Leo didn’t care for these thoughts, he didn’t care for anything that made him doubt the image he held of his father, a man whose best qualities he could only dream of emulating, a faultless duke who led without doubts. 

The reveal of Edin’s portrait came as a welcomed distraction, something else to think of as the horns and crude mustache marred the king’s visage. [color=hotpink][i]May these fictitious gods bless the idiot who did that.[/i][/color] He thought as he admired vandalism, the failed attempt of a flustered king to appear unbothered, and the stifled laughter that murmured through the crowd. This could only make his stay in Caesonia a little more interesting. 

His eyes scanned the crowd, tried to pick up on who showed visible signs of amusement, and wondered when the church had become filled with some of the filthiest peasants he’d ever seen. [color=hotpink][i]How hard was it to at least take a bath before going to the king’s service?[/i][/color] He sincerely hoped these unsightly peasants wouldn’t be joining the rest of the congregation at the Royal Curd, surely such an unscale establishment held a dress code. 

Much to Leo’s disappointment, The Royal Curd was in fact infiltrated by those who smelled and looked, far worse than even the stinkiest of cheeses. The Royal Curd itself was a bit questionable; an overwhelming sea of bright yellow and golds, overdoing the cheese theme to a childish degree, and it all clashed terribly with Leo’s newfound complexion. Still he thanked the strange cheese-maiden and made his way to one of the event tables, at the very least the cheese here had to be good. [/color]