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"Only if you want to write your name. I'm aware you're very careful with it, so you do not need to if you do not want to, all right? I will not force you." And smiled before he was kissed, chuckling. "But what if you don't like it, I do not want to make you uncomfortable." And stroked her hair, he knew she liked that. "and you are positive you want to write down your name?" he asked again, grabbing the paper and a pen, holding it out to her.

Lily enjoyed kissing him? Te prince couldn't contain a shy smile, working on another draft as Lily took the floor. She enjoyed kissing him? That was, embarrassing, in a good way. He chuckled, ears lowered somewhat as he continued to write. He was oddly pleased with that, but he was still a prince, so he couldn't just randomly kiss her in public, presentation, manners, self-control. He had all of these. Though since he'd found - he didn't want to use the term 'recieved' - Lily his presentation had been a little, off. Perhaps he was still changing from the difference of times in Reta and Nalenyr. That and the unhealthy amount of wine he had to drink while over there, and ale. Elliot had quickly learned he was not a drinker after that first night. He'd stick with water or whatever juice his sisters were drinking.

The rustle of paper in his peripheral made his ears perk again, the prince gently taking it. There were no creases, no folds, he looked at her first, curious. He seemed to be waiting. Looking back at the paper eyes ran over the writing which hadn't come from his hand. "Leonard De Lumine, Filius Lunae, Stella Silva Ducis." he repeated, smiling. "You have a lovely name. Which brings us to our next question. Would you prefer I still call you Lily, or would you prefer Leonard?" Was it sad that Elliot thought Lily to beautiful for a boring name like 'Leonard'? But he could not choose others names, he merely went along with what they were called or wanted to be called. Letting the other think, and grabbing the nearby sketch Lily had done of himself, her placed them in a folder. Later today they could have someone make quite a few copies, or should Elliot go himself to monitor. He hated going into town, but Lily shared his name with him, the most he could do was still keep it private. "I will have to go into town then." he murmured.

Elliot smiled, nodding. "Hopefully I will be able to speak to 'Leo' one day. But for now, I love Lily just as much." and moved to sit on the floor, empty bowl being abandoned on the chair as he kissed her cheek. "I cannot leave you here, I would prefer to take you with me. However I could have someone else go in my stead, since I don't want to lock you in a room either." He explained, pondering the topic, looking at the skylight in his bedroom. There were quite a few options, send a maid to do it, he do it himself, take Lily with him, leave her, have the tutor for his sisters do it. Of course that risked gossip. Maybe he shouldn't have had Lily write his name down.

"It would, you are correct." He murmured, glancing over at the other, stroking his cheek. "Yes that is true, my room is one of the few that do not have wall entrances, but maids do have keys, I could not bear if someone had kidnapped you, however." And kissed his cheek, looking at the book on calculus. "True, but at the same time you are not a sexual object like you were in the harems, Lily." he worried, looking at the bentien. "You could accompany my sisters."

He smiled. "You may rest., Lily. And use the bed, you've used it once have you not?" And chuckled, kissing her head and stood up. "If you want you can change as well, but do be safe." and making sure all the papers were in the folder he left his room, closing the door. Thankfully it locked from the inside, so he could leave with peace of mind, sort of. he moved to the stables, talking to the stableboy for a few moments until the farmhand walked up, Elliot quickly explaining what he needed at it was all set up, the prince soon riding into town with the folder.

Fifteen minutes the queen waited, watching her small pocket watch go tick, tick, tick, tick. And finally the time was up, looking at the guards with a smile. "Go bring our dear bentien over this way. Once she's in here you can do with her what you like." She explained, the few guards walking out and heading to the prince's room. One had stayed behind, the smart one, and took the key from the queen before following after his comrades.

The woman smiled down at Lily, nudging her with her shoe. "Well you are in quite a predicament. You went and spoiled my plans, of course so did that bothersome prince, his mother was the true concubine, keeping my husband away from me." And pressed her shoe onto his face. "But since you're here, and I will be meeting Elliot when he comes back, all shall go well, and I can try again." She smiled, glancing up at the men who were looking like hungry dogs. "It's a shame, had you been trained on how to please a woman properly as a man, I might have been nicer to you, but I've got guards to feed, they're always so far away from their families." And removed her shoe, headed toward the door. "Do as you like, but make sure the b***h stays quiet." And walked out happily.

Elliot and the footman, and the driver all walked in with stacks of paper, the prince ordering a few maids to grab the rest. Perhaps he'd over done it, but using that printing machine had been loads of fun, he would admit. They should get one for the castle. Placing them neatly in a laundry cart he smiled at the maid. "I'm terribly sorry for having to borrow this, we have elevator shafts, correct? Is it possible for you to take this up to my room?"

"Of course sir."

"thank you." And he moved a different way then she did, about to climb the stairs before the common bear-eared maid stopped him.

"My prince." She called, walking forward quickly. "The queen has requested your audience."

"Did she mention why?"

"She wanted to merely talk about your father's illness."

Elliot thought, removingh is foot from the step. "very well, could you take me to her?"

"Right this way." And they walked, Elliot glancing at the paintings on the way there before he found himself in the queen's personal drawing room. "You requested me?"

"yes, come sit with me. wine or juice?" She asked with a smile, watching him take the wine glass. "always too proud to show me your weakness, and I'm your mother."

"Hardly the case." he responded, taking a sip as she took one. "You wanted to talk."

"Of course, your father. he was terribly ill and I was so distraught, knowing the pressures of the kingdom would fall on you." And sadly ate a spoonful, and a large one at that, of the plum pudding. Elliot could only frown at his own, instead taking another meager sip of wine. after that he had to sit for another eight minutes, listening to her whine about his father's illness before he excused himself, letting her sob about how bad she felt for him. "Crazy old woman." he muttered, closing the door.