Who: Rougin and Elena Where: Festival When: February 12th Rating: PG
Whether it be because Rougin wanted to get a good look at the people who's lives he was making decisions for, or because he needed to get the hell out of that castle before he strangled someone, going to the festival was a good idea.
He was comfortable walking the streets as long as he wore simple clothing, and he was convinced that his face wouldn't be recognized by the general public. Not yet, at least. He looked too young to be the new king, having just reached the age of twenty two, and he had worked hard before this to keep himself from the public eye. And yet, the casual surroundings were such a refreshing change that it almost thrilled him, and it did, at least, put him in a wonderfully bright mood. He stopped at a vendor, paying for something small to eat before he turned and took to looking around, studying the people that walked by. They were all so happy and careless... he found himself missing those days.