Sebastien stepped into the wide entry hall of his castle, large drapes of purple and gold hung upon the old stone walls, livening up the old boring space, his sister had been working tirelessly to make sure the castle looked as bright and lived in as possible, to combat the feeling of doom and chaos that seemed the plague the air of Altmora. Sebastien was sure at some times she was blissfully ignorant of the troubles the kingdom faced, and Sebastien didn't try to break that illusion, her face was the only thing that was bright nowadays, but he couldn't depart not without her blessing. Not formally but more personally.<br/><br/>Sebastien's footsteps echoing as he moved up to his sister, wearing a bright yellow dress that was plump at the bottom, decorated with white ribbons, a vision of beauty. He almost smiled as she tended to a certain rose bush, placing her hand under a wilting rose, just in time for Sebastien to see the rose gaining its color back and returning to its plump radiants. Fleur giggling a slight as she turned to face Sebastien before he even announced himself. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">Sebastien! Doesn't this room look so much better now, the drapes I just had flown in from the south, made of the best of silk-</span>" Her cheerful voice fading as she got a good look at Sebastien, wearing his thick leather outfit, his father's Dragonslayer at his side. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">What are you doing with that dusty old relic?</span>"<br/><br/>Sebastien shook his head a slight, placing his palm on the pommel. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">You know this is no dusty old relic, it's our families heritage.</span>" He argued lightly, but her expression didn't lighten up even a slight. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">No its just a terrible reminder of what kind of a more troubling time, where dragons were everywhere.</span>" She sighed, stepping a bit closer, her brows knit. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">Yes, forged by the breath of one of their very own, made of the very bones that make up their claws. It was created-</span>" He began to lecture her before she cut him off.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">"to kill dragons...</span>" She breathed before her face went red. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">You, you aren't thinking about going <i>there</i>, to face <i>HIM</i>, are you?</span>" She growled, the roses behind her slightly shuttering a slight, his sister always much too careless and unrestrained with her magic.<br/><br/>Sebastien put his hand on her shoulder trying to reassure her and calm her down. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">I am going out on a hunt yes, you know why.</span>" He said simply to which she was so quick to outburst. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">Why? So that the people will accept you? How will the accept you if you are dead? You are their king, show them that and sit on the throne and prove your worth.</span>" Sebastien replied shortly after. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">That is what I am doing, but I can't prove my worth by sitting on my ass, I can't rely on my good looks to run a kingdom. I have to go out and take this on to prove it. Fleur, I won't die. With this word at my side, I can't lose. You know just how many dragons this thing has killed. It has bathed in the blood of their kind and their scales are like butter against it. I have to try, if I can kill the dragon, I expand our boarders over the mountain and we will hold half of the continent!</span>" He began to argue, but Fleur had fallen silent, her head bowed down so that Sebastien couldn't see her expression.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath and nodded slightly. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">You're just as stubborn as father, but if you think this is the only way, who am i to stop you. You're the king.</span>" Sebastien would have liked to take this answer but he moved to lift her chin up. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">I am not here as your king, but your brother. I want you approval before I leave, I want you to understand why I need to do this.</span>" "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">I do.</span>" She said simply, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffff">I understand... if your heart is set. I won't stop you. You are stupid but if you want to... do this... I will not stop you.</span>" She said, a sound of defeat in her voice. Sebastien surprised by how easy it was to convince her, he simply kneeled before her, looking up as her, he had gotten his answer. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4d4dff">I vow to return in three days time. With a dragon's head in my hand and a kingdoms backing at my feet.</span>" He said simply, trying to sound sure of himself as he began to stand. But internally he was terrified.