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Elliot watched the other get dressed, unable to understand how a boy could have been born so beautiful. He held himself back from touching the other, though no doubt Elliot had been touched many times before him, and went back to eating his breakfast. Was it wrong that he had the same urge that her previous masters had had? Elliot didn't like it, Lily was not an object to be used but a person. he flinched feeling the other and chuckled. "Paperwork, mostly, if I can get it done quickly I can get father's signature, then perhaps I can take a nap." he paused. "that or I need to have tea with someone, I can't quite recall who." and kissed her head, gently running his fingers along her exposed ear as he continued to eat.

Elliot let Lily go, picking up the sheets and folding them to the best of his ability, an awkward square, some corners poking out more then others as he worked on them, breakfast forgotten on the mattress. "Perhaps, but no doubt a maid will remind me, I'll go through my itinerary when we return to the study today." And looked at the misshapen square which was supposed to be a folded sheet, glancing at Lily and staring, a pleased smile crossing his features. "You have decided to braid your hair today. I must say it looks rather handsome on you." And rubbed her ears, unable to help himself. "I cannot help it, Lily, I adore your small ears."

Elliot paused the ear rubbing to watch how the blankets should be folded, one ear perking while the other lowered slightly, once again becoming somewhat lopsided. "You made that look so simple." And stood as well, dusting off his gray pants. Grabbing Lily's face he kissed her again, gently, before walking toward the door. "I cannot help myself, I fear I may do it every morning." he said with a sigh, though he truly was unsure whether it was a good or bad thing. Did it make it like Lily's previous masters? Was he treating her like an object instead of a person? These thoughts were beginning to plague him and he looked at the male curiously. he exited the room and started walking down the hallway. "Lily, I am not being, rude, to you am I? I'm not treating you like an object? I would prefer to treat you as a person, but my actions recently have made me cautious. You are my companion and friend and I want to treat you as such."

Elliot smiled after he was kissed, giving the smallest sighs of relief. "I'm thankful, I feel I can treat you better, but I'm unsure how without making you uncomfortable or putting you in a position you're not used to." he explained, smiling, ears lifting. "Thank you, Lily. That has reassured me I am treating you kindly." And opened the door to the study, the bear-eared maid standing there.

"My lord, I've some terrible news." She muttered, ears lowering slightly, unable to look him in the eye.

"What is it?" He questioned, allowing Lily to enter the study.

"I feel, it is something you would want to hear in private." she fidgeted, glancing up at him.

He smiled. "It is quite all right, merely speak it."

She bit her lip before nodding, taking a breath. "Your father's condition from last night has gotten worse, he has not gotten better, in fact he has gotten worse, and the doctors are unsure what is wrong with him. We have reason to believe he will not last til morrow."

Elliot soon wished he had heard that in private, unable to hide anything as his ears dropped, lamps becoming a swirl of colors red, black, purple and green.

"We are bringing in some healers to see if they can find what is wrong, but it is best you prepare your secession speech, my prince, just in case what is wrong with him cannot be cured." She looked down again. "I am sorry I had to bring such horrifying news."

he found his voice, Elliot speaking quietly for fear if he spoke any louder it would indeed be true. "Are my sisters aware of Father's condition?"

"They have been unaware."

"Will you tell them."

"The order has been given to me to do so." She watched the silver eyes look down in disbelief, the colors of the lamp soon starting to develop into a deep blue color, horror turning into disbelief, which would no doubt turn into depression. "Any and all meetings have been cancelled for you to prepare for his departure."

"You are excused." he ordered, moving out of the way as she walked out, closing the door behind herself. The prince moved to his chair, slowly turning and siting in it, looking at the carpet, unsure what to think. He had been been ill last night, yes, but he had signed a paper, meaning he was healthy still, how had he turned for the worst? "And my morning has barely just begun."

Elliot hardly reacted to the kiss, barely registering she was there even as she spoke, silver eyes focusing on the cerulean blue ones. "we are not positive he will die, he can get better, Lily. He'll get better, he was well enough last night to sign the papers that would be going over to Falia." he said softly, looking away, holding her hand, pressing her knuckles to his lips as she tugged gently. "No, I cannot go, that would mean I accept that he is dying when he is not." he whispered, almost terrified by the thought. "Lily we cannot go see him, he is not going to die. My father is a strong man despite his age."

Elliot was surprised as he was yanked out of his chair, being dragged by this teenage boy down the hall. "No, Lily." He exclaimed before giving up, following beside him and gripping his hand. "He is not deathly ill, he will be fine." he was going to get mad at Lily for being foolish, but realized instead he was being foolish, not wanting to visit his father. "I, am sorry." He said slowly, ears lowering, lamps very much reflecting his mood. "he was healthy last night, he was, I do not know what could have gotten him so ill so quickly." He murmured.

Elliot walked toward the room, face serous yet grim all at once. "Step aside, I am entering."

"sir, servants are not--"

"Step aside." He ordered, watching them indeed move, soon entering the room. The smell of sickness and death hit the prince's nose, making him cover his face with his sleeve as he walked in. there were indeed doctors, nurses, yet the queen was no where to be found. No doubt she was sobbing, cursing the god's for letting Elliot rule next once this man died. Nearing the bed, the man who had once seemed so healthy looked skeletal, the full beard looking like thin, filthy wires clumped together, sweat covering his face as he seemed to be clinging to life by nothing but a few threads. He seemed so small and frail underneath all the blankets and coverings. "Father?' he questioned, grabbing the thin, bony hand. "Father it's Elliot." A small tilt of the head, foggy eyes opening as a hoarse voice spoke.

"Elliot."

The prince smiled gently. "You are looking well." He got a weak chuckle which soon turned into a coughing fit.

"I," came the wheeze. "Am dying not from sickness." the other hand raised, the finger pointing at his son. But from overwork." and tried to laugh, coughing again and turning away, body convulsing with each heave, letting go of Elliot's hand to try and stop the coughs. "The healers," he tried to say. "Sickness, unknown." And continued to cough, the sweat beading up again as he tried to breathe.

Elliot's ears lowered, pain filling his face. He couldn't heal his father who was so sick he could barely talk. He wished he could be healed, but the healers knew not of what was wrong with him. "I am sorry."

"The Prime Minister." he gasped, a nearby maid pressing a glass of water to the man's lips, a moment of silence as he took a sip, pushing the glass away and speaking. "Mentioned that one." And pointed at Lily. "Retian men, are never to be trusted, Elliot. But Falians, they are miracles blessed by the earth." and went into another fit, Elliot backing away, watching the man twist and convulse with the cough.