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『Distress』

It was late that night, the Crown Prince entered the Sorceress's Chambers, oddly finding the door wide open. "Sister, I am in need of your assistance, if you may..." His eyes shifted about the room, his eyes resting on a half packed sack on the bed.

Stepping into the room, he glanced around, took in the sights. Where had she gone?

Folding his hands behind his back, he shifted in place, turning towards the door leading into a small partition of the room. He walked over and rested his hand on the knob.

He had always assumed this door lead to a pantry, a closet with food or clothes and the lot. He couldn't quite remember what was in there, as he never been in.

Turning the knob, he raised a brow as the door clicked, and he pulled the dark wooden entryway and parted his lips. As he opened the door, an entire room covered in tiles made itself apparent. His eyes shifted side to side, everything looked... Strangely symmetrical. Steam was coming out from behind another frosted glass portal, the sound of running water hitting his ears.

"Uh... huh..." His eyes rested on a ceramic toilet and blinked several times.

The Prince could recall the design of a new toilet she had presented to her father, who had ultimately ignored her genius. "So she made it anyways...?" A small grin formed over his lips as he walked over to the toilet and knelt down in front of it. Raising the lid, he gazed inside at the strange blue water. "What kind of water is this..." His eyes rested on the lever and as he raised his hand to touch it, he heard the frosted glass door pop open. "Hm?"

Turning his head, a sponge smacked him square in the face.

"DO NOT FLUSH WHILE I'M IN THE SHOWER!" His elder sister called out before latching the glass door once more.

The sponge fell from his face and he blinked several times, hardly taking in what had just happened. This place didn't go along with the rest of the nation's architecture. It was alien, based on a modern concept from Earth, a world he didn't know.

"Why not...?" The Prince stood up.

Her finger pressed against the glass, "put the lid down, don't be a dick."

Pursing his lips as he was being ordered around, he reached over and tapped the lid, causing it to slam shut... It caused him to jump slightly and stare at the item. "Sounds hollow."

"It is hollow, dear brother." Letting out a sigh Evanon leaned into the hot water that was coming down on her from the shower head above. "What is it you want?"

"You seem to be packing to leave, Sister." The Prince sniggered lightly, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes going towards a cotton towel hanging on the wall.

"What of it?" She'd inquire sharply.

The Prince stared at the fuzzy pigment impression moving about behind the glass that he couldn't make out as anything in particular. "I have come to ask for your help... Father is looking to conscript our lesser siblings, I was hoping you'd help me get them out of the City and into Noctia, under the rule of your other 'brother.' He saw through my ploy to get them out before dawn."

Evanon sighed audibly, as if this brought great problems to herself. "He doesn't want to be referred to as my brother or any relation," She nudged the door open fully exposing herself, before walking over and wrapping the cotton towel around herself. "Refer to him as Lord Sephir."

"Lord Sephir... I would like you to bring them under Lord Sephir," the Prince gestured towards her with one hand, his palm towards the off-white styrofoam ceiling above.