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Henna shifted uncomfortably and sighed. "Ok, please don't hate me for this but If you are going to be performing in front of the royal family, may I please fix that." She gestured to his pant hem and cringed. "It will only take but a moment of your time and I would really appreciate it." She looked as if the hem were actually hurting her like a paper cut to the eye. "And I hear you will be performing at the coronation so I must ask you to visit me in my work room after the banquet I have an opening and I've been working on something I think might suit you well." Her smile widened and she finished the grapes in her hand. Once her hands were empty she held one out for him to lift up his leg to. Her would only need to run her fingers over it to weave the threads back together, and that was all. She had no doubt that he was not in the know about her gift so she did not bother to explain herself.

Henna nodded. "What a nice name. Alexander..." She smiled and pressed her fingers together on the hem. It wove right back together and folded up to match the rest of the edge. "I'm Henna, I manage the wardrobe of the royal family and major head of court for events. " She smiled softy, and fixed the ties on his shoe while she had her hands on it. "May I tell you about the costume I have in mind for you?" She asked not waiting to hear his answer before telling him anyways. "It's a dark midnight blue silk shirt with good sized silver buttons and a loose collar, and a pair of darker grey pants that fold into black tallish polished leather boots. The boots fold down and I think they look lovely when you tuck the pant into them and they puff a tad." She laughed and set his leg down gently. "You have no idea how much better I feel now." She said and put a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you." she looked around making sure no one was to close before saying. "When you said you were only a minstrel you sounded as if you thought a minstrel was very low. So I must tell you. I started her as only a Tailor and look when I climbed to." She smiled warmly and patted the rough cloth of his shirt. "Don't ever give up your dream and it can be achieved. No matter who you are.” She wanted to get him redressed right then but knew there was no time for that, and he was probably not willing to do so.

Henna thought about this and nodded. “I could really use a helper; I think I'll take that." She grinned showing teeth. "Thank you Alex, may I call you Alex?" She took her hand off his shoulder and licked her thumb before trying to get a bit of what looked like dirt off his cheek. It came off easily and she took a moment to realize what she had done was improper. She blushed and rolled her eyes. "Sorry, it’s a bad habit, I know." She folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them.

"...I heard you playing earlier, It was really moving. You have magic, right?" Such a lovely sound had to have some magic in it and if he did have magic and he was the undecided person she thought he might be he would make a very good helper for her. She was use to having guards who were use to hard labor being assigned to help her and they usually just ended up getting in her away, someone with magic and nimble fingers would be quite useful.

When Grant was finished dressing he left his room.

"Aww, you look like a little angel." Grants mother said as she pinched his cheek.

"Maaaa." Grant wined. "It's just another one of those Castle events."

Grants mother fixed up Grants shirt as she spoke. "So who's the lucky lady?"

"Mom, I said its just another castle thing." Grant said rolling his eyes as he stood there. He usually hated dressing up for anything because his mother always had to make comments.

"O, Grant I know there's someone because the last time you wore that there's was that cute elf there." Grant's mother finished up and kissed him on the cheek. "Now you go have fun."

"Yes mom." Grant replied and kissed his mothers cheek. Leaving the house Grant hopped onto his horse and headed towards the castle.

"Oh, so you know? I will then Henna, it will feel good not having to worry about playing this violin again; music gets boring if you play it too long."

Alexander was a little bit childish for his age since he didn't grow up like he was supposed to. Tou were thought to be grown up according to their age, but all of Alexander’s life was spent being treated like a child, so he remained still a bit childish despite his actual age. It was in high hopes that Henna would receive his contract before the King's death or everyday Alexander would feel guilty hoping the King would just roll over and kick the bucket every day.

"Is there anything particular you want me to practice?"

Alexander was thinking the standard stuff like levitating spools of thread, placing thread through the holes of the top of sewing needles and such. Alexander was looking forward to working with Henna, she seemed like a good person, though she probably had an attitude fit for her work, which made Alexander worry he would also serve as an example for all the children’s clothes she made.

((OOC: Got to go, sorry.))

"Um...Fifty-Seven...Hehe..."

Alexander wasn't exactly comfortable telling people his age since it destroyed the illusion that he was a sweet innocent child with no real standings on anything, often using that advantage to get away with anything. Usually people forgot his age and treated him like he was still five years old anyway, which worked for him. If Henna did treat him like his age, he would enjoy it, but Alexander would miss the benefits.

Alexander didn't want to be treated like an old man though, he would hate that. Tou died at the age of a hundred usually, but some lived pass that to the record of one time being five hundred years. Despite how long they lived, Tou only grew stronger in magical powers as they grew older and their physical appearance didn't change either as they grew older. It was viewed by many Tou scholars that the magic in the Tou Kingdom purposely made it so Tou didn't live pass a hundred years so that new generations would develop.

As Cyrith parted ways with his green haired peer, He began his ascension to his chambers, hoping to catch a quick bath before the banquet would begin. He could still smell the scent of common people all over his clothes and skin, and did not wish to offend the Princess...well not quite yet.

As he approached his room, Cyrith called to the nearest servant, whom seemed to be in quite a hurry over something, but it mattered not. Nothing was more important to them but his needs and the needs of his family, "I would like a bath, please have the tub ready with hot water within the next five minutes."

"Of course your Highness," The servant bowed then quickly scurried into Cyrith's chambers.

'Now what to do for five minutes?' Cyrith thought as he began to aimlessly wander the halls.