(That's ok. I'm sorry to hear about that and hope things get better)

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Malcolm sat in his room and ate his food in silence. Once he had finished he sat his tray on his desk and sighed as he sat on his bed. He looked around his room for something to do as boredom took him over. "Having a broken arm sucks.." he groaned and flopped gently onto his back on his bed. Mal stared up at the ceiling while he tried to think of something to do.

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(That's ok, I bet you can fix it eventually.)

(Alright, perfectly fine now, just got a little busy today with my summer program)

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[He continued to lay a while before getting up and heading to the bookshelf in his room. He aimlessly looked through the books before finding one with an interesting cover and walking back to the bed. Camron laid down with the book before beginning to read it. As he flipped through the pages he calmed down from the previous anxiety and just remained more or less peacefully reading.]

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(Trying to moreso make it look like hes just having a bit of anxiousness from the event not look like he broke up with the love of his life lol, I think I fixed it a bit-)

(That's ok.)
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Malcolm stared at the ceiling for a while before he thought of something to do, even though he really didn't want to do it. With a sigh and a groan Mal slid off of his bed and opened a drawer at his desk. Inside laid a stack of letters and a rolled up paper. He gently picked up the paper and flattened it out to reveal a speech. After skimming it over a few times Mal made himself stand straight and start practicing to recite the speech, which would be what he would say when he inherited the throne from his father.

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(Lol, I think you fixed too)

[Camron continued to read calmly. As slowly the previous anxietity began to calm he began to relax. He glanced out the window after a while before getting up and putting the book back. After staring outside for a while he walked over and sat on the bed.]

Malcolm continued to work on memorizing and practicing his speech. he didn't like the idea of being crowned king soon, but he had to be prepared in case it did happen. He continued to practice for a few hours before he had it down a bit and decided that he had practiced enough for the day. Mal carefully put the paper back where he got it and stared at the letters in the drawer for a moment. They all came from different kingdoms that had possible suitors for him, but he had not opened any of them. He believed that if he was to get married then he should find the person himself, not have them be recomended or forced to marry him.

Sorry for the late reply, some stuff came up.

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[Camron laid once more before just staring off at the ceiling. He thought about alot of things before his mind drifted to what malcolm could be doing.]

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reply is really short tonight since I am just trying to get something posted

That's ok, mines a bit late too since I had some things to do too

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With a small sigh Malcolm closed the drawer, not touching the letters any. He would only read them if his parents wanted him to or if they were going to that kingdom for something. He looked around his room, bored again, and thought about going to see how Caneon was feeling and make sure he was resting. -I can't make sure he is resting though if I wake him up though..- He thinks to himself.

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That's ok!

All good

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[Camron stared at the wall as he thought about possibly writing to his family. His vision shifted to the window at some birds outside. He got up and walked to the window.]

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sorry its short again

It's ok <3

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Malcolm sat on his bed for a bit and muttered parts of his speech to himself until he got bored. He walked to the glass doors of his balcolny and opened them. He walked out onto the small area and leaned against the railing, letting his slinged arm lay on the rail. He looked towards town, which was a small distance away, and could faintly see people moving around. Their far away appearances reminded him of ants.

[Camron continued to stare out the closed glass door calmly watching the birds. He grabbed a chair from his desk and brought it to the door, once he liked the placement he sat before staring calmly at the outside. After a while he grabbed he notebook from the table and began drawing aimlessly.]