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Elliot stroked the bentien's hair, taking out the flowers and pins. "Don't worry, you're forgiven." he said, "I still enjoy your company regardless of what happens." he murmured, brushing his lips against the boys. "My sisters?" He questioned, easily lifting the bentien and placing him on his own bed. "I will be back within the next two hours, all right? I will go ask my sisters if they saw, all right?" he asked softly. "You try to sleep, shall I have a maid bring you something? Do you wish to pet my ears?" he asked, giving a small chuckle and gently holding the other's hand.

"You're quite welcome." He murmured with a smile. "Sleep well." And he left silently, thankful that there were no lights in his room. The ones outside which were dimmed turned into a deep purple. The maid down the hall had looked up curiously before spotting the prince which had the most homicidal look on his face. He strolled past her, having the calmest air about him despite his face, that was the scariest time to see the prince. She'd thought it had been a rumor.

In his hand was ice with a sharp pointed edge, a sword, and he walked down the hallways and back downstairs. he wasn't going to wake his sisters, he knew who Lily was talking about. He was going to kill him, unable to hold back a grin as the lamps had the smallest hint of ice on them. He went downstairs one more flight and stabbed his sword into the wall, scraping into the wall before entering the guard's corners. It silenced, Elliot strolling in toward the head guard and stabbing straight through the man's shoulder, the ice encasing him and nearly crushing him. "You are being sentenced on the charge of rape. You have three witnesses and evidence that it was indeed you, shall you demand a lawyer you will instead meet death." he explained. "You are fired. Pack your things and go to your family." Elliot turned, frozen gaze making the other's flinch as he pulled out his sword and the ice, aiming it at who he knew was new. "You are the new head in command, shall anyone haze him he will report directly to me and I will fire them. Regardless if this defense belongs to the queen, I will not tolerate such things on my personal property."

After a few more minutes of settlings things, one or two guards getting fired with the head guard Elliot made his way back upstairs, through the twists and turns and up the stairs again, stabbing the ice into the wall and letting it melt, entering his bedroom silently and sighing. He felt a little better. Actually he felt a whole lot better. The prince chuckled gently, before pausing. ah, he'd gone and done all that in his under clothes, hm, that could be an issue. He held back a laugh, and finished changing into his under clothes, rinsing his face really quick and sighing.

He was on the floor again, Elliot did not quite understand why the other slept on the floor, but like at the inn, he removed the top sheet from his bed and covered the bentien with it, bundling it up so that it also worked as a pillow while keeping him warm. He looked like a swaddled baby, Leo's face the only part showing from all the whiteness. He chuckled before resting in his own bed, letting his muscles relax against the mattress. It would only get worse tomorrow, but at least he'd have time for breakfast. That's all it took for his mind to reel with the next days events, having to prepare paperwork, sending out a search party with what little information he had, needing to discuss how he was going to be going towards the western part of Nalenyr to analyze the drought. He pulled himself up and sat on the edge, thinking everything carefully.

6am, the prince was out cold, arm hanging over the side of his bed as papers and pens littered his bedside and the free space on his bed. The maid peering in only gave a small smile, it wasn't uncommon to find him like that, perhaps a bit crude to find him in his night clothes, but she had a job to do, and she wasn't going to judge Lily, either, the other mattress on the opposite side of the wall looked untouched. "Excuse me." She called softly, watching a white ear perk at the noise. "It is morning, your highness, Miss. Breakfast is being served. Shall I bring it up here?" And waited silently, watching the unmoving figure of Elliot. "Sir?" She called a little louder.
"Take it to the bath." Came a muffled response. "And please prepare the bath while you're there. Leave clothes for myself and Miss Lily"
"Understood." And exited the room, listening as she heard the clatter of an inkwell and the groan of her prince. Apparently he'd forgotten to take it off his bed, what a predictable prince. she only giggled before walking off.

Elliot was less then pleased, yet too tired to be truthfully angry about it. The front of his nightshirt and his hand were painted black, as were his blankets. he'd forgotten to take the inkwell off the mattress and onto the nearby desk. Luckily there were no papers to ruin, all the ink having seeped into his bed. White hair was tousled to the point of covering the lower half of his ears. a habit when he was thinking was to run his hand through it, and he nearly did the same with an ink covered hand before stopping. "well, good morning Miss Lily." he said, remembering last nights events which put him in a sudden good mood. "Did you sleep well? I'm unsure if the floor is comfortable, so I did my best to cover it, and yourself, with the blanket.

"Yes, but a bentien is one who sleeps with many. Since I am the only one who uses your services, you are allowed to sleep on a mattress, whether it be my own or that one right over there." he said, using his free hand to point it out. It was much smaller, but no doubt just as plush as his overly-large one. Lily did look well rested, Elliot was thankful for that. "That is all right, that is what the bath is for, Miss Lily. We shall wash your hands there, and I shall wash myself." he had to add that, just to remove any thoughts from her head that she had to do it. He didn't want her to do it, he hadn't had someone wash him since he'd entered puberty, and he wasn't going to start it over again. Kissing the teen's head he stood and led her out, moving down a different hall and opening the door where the bath, sat, water steaming, the tub itself large enough to fit them both and yet another with room to spare.

"Two sets of soaps, how thoughtful of her." he mused, looking at them along at his clothes. White and silver, his boots standing there and, heaven forbid, the blue cape. He never understood the reason for the cape, he hated it, perhaps not the color, but the cape itself in its entirety. He sighed, ignoring it and undressing, wetting a small cloth and wiping the remaining ink before letting himself sink into the hot water. "You will not bathe alone, Miss Lily, especially after the events of yesterday night."

Elliot was picking up the second washcloth--he needed to tell that maid to stop eavesdropping--and had dipped it in the water before Lily spoke. He would prefer her not, considering what she might try, but he would give himself the benefit of the doubt. After all, he didn't want her feeling utterly useless and an ornament by his side, this country was nothing like Reta, he was nothing like those Retian men. Placing the rag over the edge he moved closer. "As long as it is my back, I've nothing to be cautious about." He explained, turning around to allow her to do what she asked. The prince was going to trust the bentien, give himself the benefit of the doubt, surely she didn't always think to please her master with merely one activity, she could sing, and no doubt dance, and tell stories.

Bah, he was thinking too much over the matter.

Eliot was leaning on the edge of the tub as Lily did her work, having to adjust his position slightly, but it was work the liquid feeling, a warm bath, maybe the company, maybe. "Thank you." he purred, moving away again to lean on the opposite side of the tub, thoughts going through his head. Falia, the Wild-lands, the neutral country is where Lily was raised which was shrouded with mystery and magic. Silver eyes looked at the bentien curiously, finger tapping the porcelain lip. "Nalenyr must not compare at all to Falia. We are sparse in vegetation yet Falia seems to thrive with it. I've heard it's beautiful."

Elliot kept his smile, though it grew gentle as he tried to imagine what she was explaining, but the image on the water caught his attention, ears twitching as he turned fully to look at it, eyes wide. That was the inside of Falia? It looked like he could touch it, it looked so very different then what people had reported. But all too soon it was gone "Your home was beautiful." he whispered in awe, looking at her. "How did you do that, Miss Lily, I saw what you were thinking, on the water. How did you manage such a feat?" he asked. "Your home, it was extraordinary, beautiful, it could have been heaven."

"Lily but you did, very few people in this country have that ability, it's amazing!" But when her head fell and eyes dulled he silenced, curious and only slightly confused before he knew why. She thought she was going to be punished. "No, Miss Lily." He said softly the lights flickering to a soft shade of blue, a comforting blue as he gently raised her head, smiling softly. "You are not going to be punished for such a wondrous act. That is a very wonderful gift, you cannot begin to imagine how rare it is in this country." And stroked her cheek softly before kissing it. "I will not punish you, Miss Lily, for you do not deserve it. You have showed me your home like I will show you mine, I cannot compare at all."