living a lonely life

[Decimus]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]profile[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]journal[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]time: noon[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]tag: noel[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]note: ee, this is a slightly odd post.[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Prince Chevalier was not used to feeling like he was trapped. He was not used to being told to stay in bed, not used to the flow of servants in and out of his room. No, not at all. Normally the eldest prince would insist that servants knock and that he meet them out in the doorway. But the head servant seemed to be the authority, telling them the rules had changed and that the prince would be sleeping, so they were free to walk in. He couldn't rise to greet them anyway. Chevalier couldn't bring himself to scold the servants. He wanted to--oh, how he wanted to lock the door and starve, if that's what it came to!--unfortunately, their were keys to his room that were used freely by the servants. When he was king, he assured himself, this disobedience wouldn't be tolerated. On the other hand, it meant they cared. But if Chevy couldn't find privacy in his room, he figured he'd leave. Which was precisely why he was in the laundry room where the clothes were being cleaned for the royal family. Chevalier still couldn't understand the process, so he kept quiet, waiting for a servant to wander in to explain from his spot in the corner, opposite of the doorway. He was quite comfortable sitting there if he was being honest. Even if he'd wanted to relocate to a slightly more interesting place, he found he was too tired. It was something he was given, he was sure. Something to dull the pain of his recent injuries. Between the eldest prince's pale skin, the bandages wrapped tightly from his shoulders to his waist, or the tight wrap on one of his arms- he definitely looked worse than he'd ever looked in his entire life. He wasn't wearing anything more remarkable than a loose, sleeveless tunic of a tan color, and equally loose tan shorts. His hair was uncharacteristically messy, his gaze a bit dazed instead of the focused, alert appearance they usually had. Yeah, watching the wash was seeming right up his alley. ✘ chevy [/style]

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[cherry]

Nag, nag, nag; that is all that young Noel had heard the entire day. Couldn't the head servant have given her at least one break today? Even just a short break, just long enough to rest her aching feet before heading off the next exhausting task? It wasn't like she disliked her job entirely. In fact, she rather enjoyed cleaning, especially if she was alone. Then, she could sing or hum to her hearts content without caring if anybody heard her. She liked it even more when she working outside, feeling the heat from the sun warm her pale skin and the wind blowing her short silver locks about. It was like paradise when she could work outside. However, today she was not allowed to partake in any of her usual pleasures, thanks to the heavy amount of chores that she had been assigned. For the day, she really hated cleaning.

One of the other maids, an ailing young woman who had been sick for quite some time, had managed to become so sick that she couldn't hardly move. Her job was therefore left to be divided amongst the other staff members, as it still had to be done. The head maid did her job, as she is in charge of diving up this shared load, and in doing so made sure that Noel got the hardest jobs imaginable for the day. At least, that is what the young woman assumed. After having to clean the entire entry way, as well as helping prepare the morning meal for the lords and ladies of the castle, Noel would say that her day was completely full, with little to no room for any other chores. That was a normal list of chores for a good part of the day. However, thanks to the head maid, she now had to work faster than ever to even hope of fitting in her next job.

That was where Noel was headed now. She had somehow completed her other chores for the day and was on her way to finish her final task; working in the laundry room. While she was not alone in this task, as other maids had been assigned to complete previous orders in the laundry room, she knew that it was a daunting trial that lay ahead of her. Thankfully, she had been graced with the final job of putting the bed sheets and clothing out to dry. However, there were quite a few articles of clothing that would need to be hung up. It was with a heavy sigh and her head pointed downward due to exhaustion that Noel headed towards the room of imminent doom. Upon arriving at the heavy door to the laundry room, closed as per usual, all Noel could do was stare in dislike. How could this door cause her to feel such great feelings of hatred? It was just an inanimate object. Then she remembered and with a deep breath, she rolled up her sleeves and pushed the door open.

Everything was normal upon her arrival and looked as it should; clothes were in baskets, waiting to be hung up, windows were open to let in the wonderful sunshine and warm breeze, and the entire room smelled of soap. With a small smile on her face, Noel made her way towards an open window, basking in the sunshine for just a moment before she had to work again. It was ok to take just a moment of rest, right? Sadly, everything must come to an end sooner or later and after her quick minute had ended, the girl turned around and returned to where she had entered, reaching down to pick up the first loaded basket of laundry.

Up until that point, everything was still so normal. It was as Noel was coming back up, basket full of clothes in her arms that she noticed she was not the only person in the room. With a surprised squeak, the basket slipped out of her hands and fell to the floor, its contents spilling all around her. With a gasp of shock, she shot downward to gather the clothes before they became dirty, looking up after she had finished the task. After confirming that the person in the room was indeed who she thought it was, she averted her cherry red eyes back down towards the floor, just as she had been taught from a young age. "I didn't know that you were there, sir. Umm...exactly how long have you been there," she inquired with a flushed face, unable to resist looking up at him slightly as she asked her question. What if she was fired for not doing her job correctly? While her kingdom was very kind by many standards, she could never be sure. The day just could not get any worse, could it?

[Decimus]

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[/color]" Chevalier replied with a charming smile, doing his best to ignore her anxiousness. "Shh, don't tell. I think I'll get scolded for leaving my room.[/color]" Hah, yeah, that was an understatement. He doubted many people, aside from his brother, knew exactly what had happened to give him his injuries. He certainly hadn't given the full version to his parents, and unless his brother did, they should still be in the dark, just like the servants. Surely there were rumors, though. He couldn't even begin to imagine how absurd those were.

If Chevy thought he could have stood up fast enough to help her pick up the laundry without getting dizzy and falling, he would have. He did use the time she seemed distracted to steady himself on the wall and rise, trying to minimize the impact of the movement on himself. Once he was up, he had to consciously hold himself straight so he didn't appear to be weakened. Hah, like his ashen face wasn't a clear indication. Or the clear sign of bandages, or the padding underneath his thin shirt... Yeah, okay, so it was an act driven by his pride.

"Can I help you with this?[/color]" Chevalier gestured to the laundry. "If anything goes wrong, I'm sure they won't be upset. I'll say it was my fault. You don't have to say you were even in the room with me.[/color]" Laundry wasn't the most useful skill for a prince, but Chevalier wanted to do something to distract him. Something no one would expect, in a place no one would possibly look. As more of an afterthought, he realized she was addressing him as sir. While he didn't mind, he figured she might feel more comfortable if he corrected her.

"Y'know, you can call me Chevy, if you'd like.[/color]" Chevalier offered casually. If she didn't want to, sir did make him feel sort of important. It was a million times better than prince.

✘ chevy

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[cherry]

If Noel could take a peek in her mind, she could almost assure that it would be spinning off of it's axis. While she had heard rumors about the attractive, charming eldest prince of the castle of Dubonna, she had never actually seen him, let alone imagined she would be this close to him in such an informal setting. Even after working in the castle from such an early age, she had yet to see him so close up, and the rumors did him no justice. His smile was indeed very charming, even more so then what she had heard from the other infatuated maids that had managed to catch a glimpse of him. However, his smile told of his carefree nature, something that Noel could find herself getting along with, and if there wasn't such a large class divider, she could see them becoming good friends, though just that. Though he was handsome, her logical mind kept her from chasing fairy tales and allowed her to see past appearances and be rational, something she was very grateful for at the current moment.

So here she was, staring at the prince of many young maids dreams, holding onto a basket of tangled clothes. What an interesting way to meet the future ruler. Noel noticed that, while she had been fussing over the spilled clothing, he had somehow managed to stand up, though he was relying heavily on the wall for support. She had heard rumors from the many flustered maids as they conversed over dinner or in the servants quarters about how the eldest prince had been injured, though she had no idea just how bad it was until now. He looked so frail, with all the color gone from his face and the way he could hardly stand up. He must have really been hurt. While nobody really knew what happened, and many people speculated and pondered about it, Noel figured it was for a good reason. While she was naturally as curious as anybody else, she figured his reasons were his own.

However, when he asked if could help her with the laundry, Noel was rather taken aback. Here he was, hardly able to stand due to his very recent injuries, and asking if he could help her with the laundry and telling her not tell anybody that he was with her. Who was she going to tell? She had a job to do and by the time it got done, he might have already been found and taken away. Plus, she couldn't really tell anybody on the account that she would probably be shunned by the jealous co-workers for awhile. With a skeptical look, she replied, "While I will not tell anybody that you are with me, I would certainly feel better if you sat down, sir. I have no problems with you working with me, if that is what you wish, and I would take the punishment that would come my way if the job is done poorly. However, are you certain you are feeling up to it? Forgive me if I speak out of place, but you seem to be quite injured. Do you think you are well enough to work with me?" While his working with her would insure that the job would get done in time, she wasn't sure that she could allow him to work with her on her own conscience.

While Noel was replying to the prince, facing him while holding the basket of laundry and hoping that she could the job done in time, she began to feel a bit braver. She was getting used to being around him after such short time, and she had begun to look him directly in the eye and not down at the ground as she was taught. She was defying every rule she had ever learned, and she was surprisingly ok with it. While she certainly believed that she would be punished for it later, she wanted to make her point that she was genuinely worried about his well-being, especially if he wanted to help her work. That was why when the prince told her to address him as Chevy, she was completely and utterly taken aback. Here she was, defiantly looking him right in the eye, and he had given her the option of calling him by name. Was this a trick? No, he seemed to carefree for such cunning tactics. Looking at him with wide red eyes, Noel inquired, "Can I...can I really call you Chevy?" Maybe, just maybe they could go against standard prince/servant protocol and be friends after all.

[Decimus]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]profile[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]journal[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]time: noon[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]tag: noel[/style][atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]note: ee, this is a slightly odd post.[/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"Hey now, not you too. I'm pretty sure the doctor's 'stay in bed' was just his way of saying I shouldn't be bothered with entertaining guests or chasing my brother around. It couldn't possibly be that important that I stay in one place. I got into a fight, I didn't contract a rare an deadly disease.

[/color]" Chevalier objected. Of course he was lying. Of course it was important for him to stay put. He felt terrible. He felt terrible in bed, too, so it made little difference to him either way. Except one option was clearly against everyone's better judgement his own included.

"How about you sit, and I'll try not to ruin anything?[/color]" he offered, his tone playful. "How's that for a trade-off? Not your clothes, not your problem- we really could help out more.[/color]" Well, okay, maybe that was pushing it. Who would expect the royal family to go to a ball and then end the night in the laundry room washing their own clothing? Maybe he should have went with something more believable. He certainly didn't want to say, 'I'm hiding from everyone else and hoping I don't pass out- don't panic'.

"Well, uh, yes... Of course you can. That is my name. Unless you prefer Chevalier, but that's a bit formal. And you are?[/color]" Chevalier replied, smiling again. He would have liked to say he knew all his servants by name, but he didn't. Not even close. If they didn't work primarily in the kitchen, he wasn't all that familiar with them or what they did. The kitchen, though, was the prince's refuge. He loved sitting there in the warm room with all the bustling people and the kindly cooks. As a child his father had often sought him out there, usually when bread was being made- Chevy loved the smell of freshly prepared bread. On the other hand, once the food was set out on a plate at the dinner table, Chevy was the type of child who had little interest in actually eating it. He shook his head, trying ot keep his mind from wandering.

"How long have you been at the castle?[/color]" Chevalier wasn't sure it mattered. It would just prove how inattentive he was. But he was curious. He'd obviously been at the castle his entire life, it was always interesting to hear about a life lived outside of the walls.

✘ chevy

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[cherry]

Noel couldn't help but smile slightly as the kind prince began to talk, saying that he wasn't really all that injured and that he should help because they weren't her clothes. While the young girl was usually all smiles and could hardly stop, and many people had often questioned her upon how she was always so joyful and content, she was simply having a hard time putting on a smile for the prince. He seemed so frail and weak that she was truly concerned for him, yet here he was, stating that he was fine. Well, the doctor had told him to stay in bed for a reason, and she was sure that if a trained professional advised that he not move, he better not move. However, he was being so persistent and friendly towards her, a lowly servant, in trying to help her with her daily chores that Noel was finding it hard to tell him no. She had always been quite the pushover, so it didn't take much, but she figured if he wanted to help, then so be it.

With a heavy sigh and one more concerned, doubtful look, Noel said, "Very well then. If you are so desperate to help me with the wash, then you can certainly come and help." She gave Chevy a smile while she said this to let him know that she was grateful for the help. though she gave him one last pointed look before stating, "however, you must stop and rest as soon as you begin to feel poorly, you understand?" While she would never, under any circumstance, have given a royal an order, she was beginning to open up more towards the eldest prince, even if only slightly. She was beginning to feel like she could smile and be herself around him and not just some low-class person. He just seemed to have an affect on her that allowed to feel like a person. Maybe it was because she didn't feel like he was belittling her at all, unlike some of the other nobles she had to serve before. The guests of the castle could be very rude if they wanted to be.

The eldest prince even went to ask about her, making her realize that she had never actually introduced herself to him. But then again, why would she feel the need to? She was just a servant, nobody in the castle besides the other workers had ever been interested in knowing her name. Still, it was very rude of her to not tell him her name on arrival. "I apologize for not stating my name earlier on, Chevy. My name is Noel Radke," she said with a sheepish smile, following up with a slightly curtsy as was standard protocol. Well, now she felt a bit better about everything. Now that two were on similar ground and knew each others names, maybe a friendship could grow. She could only hope. She was in desperate need of a friend. While the workers here were very polite and friendly, especially the jovial cooks, the only people she could really talk to were her adoptive parents. She didn't have anyone else in the castle that she could talk to, complain to, laugh with or at, or anything, and she really wanted a friend.

It was as she was getting up out of her curtsy and beginning to think that she really should start doing the laundry that Chevy asked her how long she had lived in the castle. Unlike other servants who could recall exactly when they came here in search of a job, she had no such story. She had only left the castle a few times to go shopping, but was otherwise confined to the boundaries of the large palace and while this made her feel sad at times, she was just grateful that she had a place to live and call home with people that she loved. "Well, I've been here all my life. Two of the servants found me while gathering supplies one day and took me in. I don't know who my real family is, but I am very grateful for everything that I have. The only connection I have to the life that I was born into is a silver ring that I was found with," she said, pulling out the necklace that kept the ring on, showing it to the prince. " However, I could have ended up somewhere terrible without any parents at all, so I am very thankful, " Noel said with a smile, hiding the ring behind the fabric of her shirt once more. "Now, I really must begin my work if I ever hope to get it done. Shall we begin, Chevy?"

[Decimus]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]For a moment, Chevy thought things were going to be normal. Well, as normal as they could be for a prince. But then she curtsied. He didn't point out that he thought they were beyond the need for that, seeing as she was now calling him by his nickname. "Don't worry about it.

[/color]" Chevalier shrugged passively. No harm done. He didn't like to point it out, but in his current state, he was probably distracting. That, coupled with how he was hiding in the basement, leaning against a wall trying to look casual- ... yeah, she was probably thinking of things beyond giving her name, which was justifiable.

"Huh, must? Relax, tell them I was being unreasonable and summoned you for... something or other, so it slowed you down. We'll work out the details.[/color]" Chevalier assured her. Then, as if realizing it for the first time, his tone changed to one of interest. "But wait, this isn't fun for you, is it? Forget the laundry. What would happen if you just left it for one more day? I doubt anyone would notice.[/color]" He certainly didn't need any other clothes. He had far more than he'd ever wear. Besides that, he wasn't very interested in wearing anything tight fitting, so his finer clothes didn't need washing. But Chevy needed a distraction from someone who wouldn't--who couldn't, really--order him back to his room 'in his best interest'.

Chevy wanted something more entertaining than the daydreams he'd had to settle for while he was supposed to be 'resting'. Oddly enough, his imagination always took a dark turn when things seemed to get too peaceful. When she revealed the ring, he took a few steps closer, examining it from afar. To have a single item of particular value- the idea was foriegn to him, yet appealing.

"Oh? Your entire life? So, have you ever been outside of this kingdom? Because, if you'd like, I could take you sometime- I've personally taken an interest in seeing the other kingdoms. I'd enjoy your company.[/color]" Chevalier questioned curiously. While it may have seemed like he was entirely interested in her and doing something out of the ordinary for her, the truth was, he didn't want to venture out of the castle alone presently. She just happened to be the first person (and, fortunately, close in age) that he thought he could catch the interest of.

When considering how well she kept from getting flustered and making him uncomfortable, Chevy felt lucky. And besides that, she was certainly a pretty girl, albeit younger than he was. Not that age would make much of a difference if he took an interest in her. Her moments of seemingly seeing him as a normal person would probably be his downfall if anything was.

✘ chevy

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For the first time in her life, Noel felt torn and uncertain about what she was supposed to do. Here she was, getting ready to do her job like any normal day in her boring life, and she was doing something she was supposed to do. However, she was in the presence of the eldest prince of Dubonna her, her home country, and she was supposed to always make sure he was well and entertained, wasn't she? She was conflicted upon what she was supposed to do as a servant of the castle. She had certainly never heard any stories such as this from the older maids who had been here for many years. What to do, what to do? While she could certainly do what she really wanted to do, which was just talk to the prince in hopes of making a friend because she wanted one and needed one, she was very afraid of what the consequences of her actions would be. She was so sure that the head maid would do once she found out that Noel had been slacking on her duties. There was a possibility that she could get removed from the castle and then she would be all alone in a world she knew nothing of. On the other hand, Chevy was offering to just let her slide by without getting in trouble by blaming him. With this option, the possibilities were endless.

So here Noel was, puzzled by the most difficult decision she had ever had to make. Should she continue her life as a life-sized doll, forever staying within the mold of the perfect servant, or should she embrace her human nature for adventure and give into the curiosity and mystery that lay before her. For once, she knew exactly what she wanted to do and she had the opportunity to take her life in her hands instead of letting others around her play with it and have her do anything on their own wims and wishes. Yes, she knew what she was going to do, and she could almost feel the weight of indecision leave her shoulders as soon as she whole-heartedly decided her future plans. While she didn't mind working at the castle and she was forever thankful to have a home, the constant flow of chore after chore got relentless and boring after her many years of service. She was a teenager, she was supposed to live, not be caged within the castle walls like some spring bird! She was hopefully going to have fun, even if it was just talking to somebody, and she would take the punishment that she would receive with honor and pride.

"No, this is certainly not my idea of fun. Though I do not mind working here at the castle, the work load can, at times, become overwhelming. It is not my idea of fun, though I am almost positive my idea of fun would be slightly different from your own," Noel said with a chuckle. No, this was most definitely not her own idea of fun. "While I am not exactly sure what the consequence of my actions would be, as I have always made sure the job was done to the head maid's idea of pristine, I am sure I could get away with shirking my responsibilities if I was ordered by a higher authority to do something else instead. But there is such a limited supply of those around here, isn't there," Noel said with a teasing and sarcastic tone, a little bit of her mischievious side beginning to show through. She wanted to make sure that if the two actually became friends that he could handle her sarcastic sense of humor. It would not go over well if he couldn't.

However, before Noel could begin to try and test his temperment further, she was surprised once more as Chevy began to ask if she had ever left the kingdom and offered to take her out to visit the other kingdoms. Was this a dream? Had she just been dreaming the entire conversation and was about to be rudely awakened by another maid to begin the boring life that she lived? Was he taking pity on her for hardly leaving the castle, let alone the kingdom? No, she was definitely awake, the bruise she had managed to get from a fall earlier could check that off, and his kind nature made pity seem so unlike him. Did she really have the opportunity to see the kingdoms beyond the one she lived in, something that she had been wanting to do her entire life? She could break from the routine life that she lived, and maybe even find out who her family was and who she actually was. She had always wanted to live something beyond her dull existance, and she had a possible way to do it. "I would like very much to one day visit the surrounding kingdoms. I have hardly ever stepped foot beyond these castle walls, let alone left the kingdom. Seeing the world beyond these majestic stone walls has been something I have always wanted to do," Noel offered with a smile, showing how happy she truly was at the thought of observing the outside world. Maybe she really could break away from the life of the caged bird. Oh, the mere idea was almost too much for her to bare. This could very well be the start of a beautiful friendship indeed.

[Decimus]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/f0258l.gif);][cs=2][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]living a lonely life[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]i've been sleeping here instead, i've been sleeping in my bed, i've been sleeping in my bed. so show me family, all the blood that i will bleed. i dunno where i belong. i dunno where.[/style]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Sarcastic indeed. Chevalier grinned, combating this sarcasm with a bit of honesty. Sarcasm didn't fit him, and was reserved for special ocasions more often than not. "Hey, now, I always wanted another sibling, but it wasn't really my call. So you'll just have to settle for our guests of nobility.

[/color]" Chevalier shrugged. It wasn't a secret that the nobility was obnoxious- he had found himself upstaging them himself. But they at least had some level of respect for him. He had no idea what they were like toward the servants beyond obviously difficult.

"If your idea of fun doesn't involve getting me sent back to my room, or too much physical activity, I'm all for it. But if not, remind me later. I, personally, think I should spend more time learning the basic things- like laundry, and medical stuff. Not the most engaging activities, eh?[/color]" Chevalier replied, his comments prefaced with a laugh of his own at the idea that she could be punished if she was with him. He was pretty sure he had the power to pardon her, and the power to overrule any disciplinary actions. In fact, that gave him an idea. It was a lofty idea, one that would take a bit of thought before he committed, but he was beginning to think that maybe he could do more for her than just giving her a day away from work. She seemed young- why not give her some freedom indirectly?

"Kindoms...[/color]" Chevalier echoed before hesitating, silently debating with himself whether he wanted to talk about what had happened or not. Glancing at the door, he decided it couldn't do any harm, and it might explain why he had the stance against visiting that kingdom with her. "I met a girl in these awful ruins. It was quite terrible- I mean, it wasn't like there was any reason to dislike the fallen buildings, but the fact that no one had rebuilt was just... depressing. So when I saw the girl, I stayed with her until she ran. She happened to encounter the wrong people. When the men wouldn't respect her wishes, I ended up --[/color]" Chevalier glanced down at his own appearance. His attire and bandages covered the wounds, but under the surface, they were there.

"I ... Well, I'm not as tough as I used to think.[/color]" Chevalier turned his attention back to her, offering a sheepish grin. "Got into a little bit of a fight with them. Don't think I want to try that again. Maybe we should start with Mordrivale, if that's alright with you.[/color]" He wasn't about to mention that he was saving the princess, not just a common person, or that there were really very few encounters with anyone beyond the princess and the two men while he was there.

"Mordrivale is safer. I met a very helpful teen there, and the eldest princess of the area. She was mingling among the people, which I admired. I can't seem to pull that off.[/color]" Chevalier stated. That was an understatement, but he supposed it was his fault in part. He wasn't exactly one to not care about how he appeared. It reflected poorly on him when they found out he was the prince. Beyond that, he was well aware of the infatuation of the female population of Dubonna that characterized his public image since his early teenage years.

✘ chevy

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