[littl3chocobo]

some time during his rest his things were brought and put away. he was less than pleased to find nothing was set aside and noone was there to dress him, he turned to the lad with a scowl, "am i expected to dress myself?

[Honey]

The question was directed to he, and turning around he caught the scowl of the man. "Yes. The maids are busy preparing the evening meal. I am sure they needed extra workers, they would be making something special for you." Turning back to the room, the boy found his own clothes to be present, only strewn across the floor for his pleasure of picking up on his own. He was quick to scoop up his trousers and begin re-lacing them. "If you truly need help I could be of assistance"

[littl3chocobo]

he barked a short laugh, "it is not that i need, but that it is correct and proper to be dressed. i will bear this indignity for now but only in deference to you wife. i expect this to change"

[Honey]

His assumptions were correct. Despite the abrupt news of their arrival the servants bustled and busied themselves as he and the Prince spent their afternoon holed in his father's chambers, and the dinner prepared appeared wonderful. Even so, the marquess could not help but feel the lack of excitement and festivities in the air for the Prince's arrival, and instead it held a stuffy, almost fearful air. Though it bothered him, he tried to push the thoughts away, and instead spent his time discreetly checking on the Prince to make sure the heathens and their ways did not upset him

[littl3chocobo]

the meal was small and there were few bodies at the table but he accounted that to the small population not disrespect for his station. through the meal however his attentions were drawn from his host the duke to his wife. no longer expected to be a woman the lad's appetite had grown greatly and he ate as any child would. he wondered if this meant he was starving at the castle

[Honey]

When they'd taken to sit at the table, a light tension had been present, but even as they were all presented with the meal he could feel the majority of the members at the table begin to no longer feel fearful towards the Prince. At least, not to the same extent as prior. He, however, seemed to be the only not entirely intimidated by him, and was most definitely the only willing to make eye contact with the man- which he managed to catch on more than one occasion. Though if he was sure to do anything it was to offer the man a smile before heading back to converse with the others at the table

[littl3chocobo]

eventually even watching the lad grew dull and standing from the table he left his host and company to find his own company, he did not mind the scandalized faces as he left

[Honey]

With his quick exposure to the Prince's tenancy to not linger during meals, the horrific meaning behind it had not settled in until everyone at the table appeared offended. He was quick to defend the Prince, trying to persuade every one that he did not mean to cause annoyance. Few seemed swayed by his words, and he was quick to leave as well, once the meal had been brought to a conclusion. He headed straight for the Prince's chambers

[littl3chocobo]

he was angry to find that though the room had been cleaned when he was gone he clothes for bed had not been set out and noone was around to yell at for it. huffily he took his anger out on the wallhanging across from the bed and pulling it from it's hooks threw it to the ground in a pile

[Honey]

The boy could hear the loud clattering of something falling to the ground before the feeling of concern swelled in his chest. There was no pause for knocking, and instead he pushed the door open to find a fallen pile of a hanging on the ground. Looking up, he saw the man working to knock over an end table. "Prince Ambrose," the boy briskly made his way over, watching as the furniture was muscled to the ground. "What are you doing!" He reached out to grab at one of the Prince's arms, working to halt him before he got his mitts onto another piece of the decor

[littl3chocobo]

reflexively he knocked the hand away and turned to the lad, "your family needs to learn respect for their prince. i am not the eldest but i still expect to be treated properly"

[Honey]

He evened his gaze with the man, allowing for his arm to go limp at his side. "We are short on hands, but given your leave during dinner I assure you there will be servants waiting on you more often and doing what they ought to. They already think you are angered by them, and do not wish to take the gamble of provoking you further."

[littl3chocobo]

what ire he had before fled him and he laughed, "ha, i forgot i was not at my father's table. i will do better to stay until the meal is over though i will not socialize with those people if i can help it"

[Honey]

"I did not expect for you to talk to them, and I do not believe many of them expected it either." He shared in the laughter, though his was brief. "Thank you, my Prince. I know you do not enjoy being here, but it makes me very happy."

[littl3chocobo]

nodding he came up to the lad and pressed his face against the soft chest, "i am pleased you are happy. there is no other reason to be here but to make you happy"

[Honey]

He only hummed a soft response before falling silent. He hardly moved as the other leaned against him, and the other did not seem to either. Only the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed softly moved them both, and even then it was faint. Dipping his head, he gently rested against the mess of reddish hair