{Video; UN: scraps}

[disgracedprince]

{His hand shakes as he lifts a delicate chain and...ring?...out of a box. He is quick to cradle said ring, his features softening tenderly. Ah. So it's here at last.}

San Lang... We should celebrate tonight.

{He holds the piece of jewelry against his chest, breathing deep.}

You're safe.

{A soft laugh then leaves his lips as shifts attention to his new broach! A little fox yawns on his chest, fluffy tail swishing.}

Aw, are you sleepy? It's warm near my collar.

{The fox smiles and curls up right where he stands, tucking his nose under his tail.}