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Johnny sat curled up on the sofa with Obie in his lap. Obie usually wasn't much of a cuddle-dog, but he'd picked up on the fact that Johnny was upset about something and had come over to press close and offer comfort. Johnny'd pulled him up and wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his cheek against the smooth head and getting the occasional puppy-kiss.
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“Dad!”

Marton stopped, just about to push his bedroom door open and turned around to see Christian coming down the hall toward him at a rapid pace, his hair mussed, eyes over-large and his whole demeanor one of agitation.

“Something wrong?”

Christian stopped, rocked on his heels. “No. I . . . You got a minute?”

“Sure.”
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“Have you been visiting with my sister?” The lift door opened, revealing a tall, dark prince and Callan gave his watch a pointed look.

Dressed in faded denim with a thick black leather belt and a sleeveless t-shirt, a barefoot Christian turned around as if startled. “Wha . . . Oh, your Majesty. I’m sorry. No, no I wasn’t. That's the next floor. I haven’t seen Caeline since lunchtime. I was in Palace, looking for my father. He hides out down here.”
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Johnny fed Hera the last chunk of gingerbread he'd filched from one of the saddlebags before Christian snagged it, then left her to graze with Pan and Nebula. Christian and Caeline were already eating by the time he flopped down on the blanket and began rummaging around in the bags. He came out with a couple pieces of cold chicken, a banana, a little plastic tub of apple-walnut salad, a piece of garlic bread and a bottle of grape juice. "This is great," he said with a happy sigh, spreading his food out on a linen napkin. "Perfect weather, great spot, horses!" He opened his bottle and then added, as though as an afterthought, ( ''Oh, and good company. That too.'' )

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Waiting was the hardest part. Making polite small-talk over drinks and then dinner, trying not to look in their direction overmuch and pretending that there was nothing more important on your agenda than a good meal, sparkling conversation and the presence at his side of a beautiful princess. Christian managed to curb his impatience for as long as it took for the seemingly interminable meal to be done, vowing to apologize to Caeline later, profusely, after it was all over for his inattention. ( Read more... )

Christian said goodnight to Marcus and Lucius and closed the office door. He'd already started downsizing and his jacket was slung over his shoulder, tie gone, sleeves rolled up and he was unbuttoning his collar as he walked, almost bumping into Harry as he came around the corner, his mind occupied with thoughts of the upcoming dinner and Callan's possible arrival. "Oh sorry." he apologized before looking. "Oh, Harry. Hi! Had a good day?"
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Christian pushed politely past the press of Eradorian courtiers as he fought to get down the corridor and into the relative safety of his office. He’d never been so busy in this job before and his respect for his father was growing by the minute, even though he suspected that some of the work being laid in front of him was work Marton would usually delegate. But that was fine, he’d soon work out which was which and no one would be pulling the wool over his eyes again.
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Christian strolled in his front door, tugging off his tie and jacket, kicking off his shoes and throwing the lot in through the bedroom door as he headed past on his way to the living room. Johnny was sitting on the sofa, remote in his hand and flicking through channels with idle interest while Adrian snored on the other couch. Christian grinned as he bent over the back of the sofa and kissed Johnny's cheek. "He still asleep or gone again?" Christian had come home for lunch today and he could swear right now that Adrian hadn't moved. He'd been snoring then, too.
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The Throne Room of Palace-Proper was truly magnificent, Callan thought as he looked around to hide his nervousness. He locked his hands behind his back to stop himself from fidgeting and studied the patterning of the marble tiled floors, the ornate columns and painted ceiling.
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Well, I nearly blew that neatly, didn’t I?
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Callan had been sitting on the couch in the family living area of Palace Proper for more than half an hour now, waiting for Marton to return. However he did not feel restless or slighted in the least by the lack of attention, in fact he was altogether content and satisfied with both himself and his circumstances.
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A Dangerous Mind

Entries tagged with callan

Decisions, decisions. [Christian/Johnny]

Resolutions; Two. [Marton/Christian]

Confessions. [Callan/Christian]

Unstable Alliances [Johnny, Christian, Caeline, Callan]

PalaceGate. [Christian/Harry/Callan]

Watch my Back? [Christian/Harry]

Plots and Counters. [Christian and Callan]

On Marriage and Monarchs. [Christian/Johnny]

State Visit: Day Eight [b]. [Callan/Christian]

Christian. Private Journal Entry. Eradorians.

State Visit: Day 6 [Callan. Marton/Christian]

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