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"H-How do you know?" Justin cried softly. "The Prince doesn't even know who I am." And tried his best to keep quiet, clinging to the noble. She had to be a noble, or an angel or something. She was too nice, and her clothes were really nice too, the ones he was crying all over. It took a while, but eventually the child had cried himself to sniffles, his sleeves wet as he had continuously wiped his face. he hiccuped, brown eyes looking up at Lily. "I need to get back to work. Thank you." Came the small voice, sleeves once agin being used to wipe his red eyes. For him that was enough, nobles didn't belong in this part and while there were hardly punishments by the actual master's and mistresses of the house, the head maids liked to keep up a proper appearance. For that Justin believed he had to leave, this lady didn't belong here.

"My clothes aren't proper." he responded to Lily offering to take him to see the prince. "Not to mention he wouldn't have time for me. I hear he's going on a trip soon, it would be wrong to go see him and interrupt merely because his half-sisters stole my clothes." Of course hearing she was the prince's personal servant his eyes widened and he looked down. She was a servant? But she was so pretty? And wasn't the prince's personal servant supposed to be a male instead of a female? Or was she the one he'd gotten as a gift? He'd never had a personal servant before, and he'd never seen her around doing servantly things. "I'm sorry, I wasn't aware." He bet she didn't have three days of clothes to last her a week. "I heard that too, but he just looks scary. Is it true he can control the lights?" he questioned softly, not wanting to get in trouble for asking the prince, and even then this woman may not even know. "Can he really get my clothes back?" He certainly didn't want Martha to remove her clothing.

Of course Elliot had gone from his room to the girl's room, now trying to change tjhe screaming and flailing Martha who was in boy's knickers. "You stole everything from him." He grumbled. "Annabelle, pick some clothes for your sister. A few maids had offered to help but Elliot assured them he could handle it. He was holding one of the girl's ankles, sitting on a small [lay chair as she tried to crawl away. The space around him was below freezing, ice forming in the air as she tried to throw things at him.

"Here we go!" Annabelle said, tossing a frilly dress that resembled hers aside from the color. "You'll look like my twin for real! I wish you had long hair like me, oh it would be brilliant and astounding to see three evenly dressed sisters aside from color!"

"Annabelle I can't hold her!" and Martha escaped for a moment only to be floating in the air.

"Wha?! Annabelle put me down! Make the earth right again! Don't touch me!" And tried to kick her brother in the face as he began to dress her. Ice covered her foot instead and she hung right side up in the anti-gravity, properly undergarments being put on until a dress was pushed over her head. After a few moments she fell on her rump and the ice melted, the tomboy being hugged by her pig-tailed sister,

"We match! Oh Emily you must wear your dress too! We can all match!"

"I planned my wardrobe to wear this for today. We can try again next month."

Th-The princes hair was black! Wasn't it white just yesterday?! What had happened?! Had he been targeted in the killings as well?! He'd heard the prince had been sick but so sick his hair changed color?!"

The prince chuckled. "It was a prank played on me by Annabelle, no worries, young Justin." And walked over to the boy as Martha tried to pry off her clingy sister. "Yes, these are your clothes, here you are."

Brown eyes looked at them curiously. "Some of these are not mine." he commented, pulling out a pair of blue shorts. He certainly didn't have anything so colorful.

"Well then they're yours now. Martha tries to steal clothes from boys who are wearing suspenders. I never wore suspenders as a child so--"

"Your highness I can't take your clothes!" The child exclaimed, despite holding them tightly to his chest. "They're too nice for me! I'm just a dishwasher boy! They're so nice, and so clean. They're bound to get ruined." he wailed, starting to cry into the clothes. The prince truly was kind despite looking scary. He was so much nicer than his sisters. He cared about a servant as low as himself.

Elliot only chuckled, looking up at Lily. "I figured you would bring him. You truly are a kind person." His gaze turned back to the child. "You mustn't cry so much or you'll melt away." it only brought more tears as the child collapsed, bawling into the clothes.

"Oooh, Brother you made a kid cry."

"He's our age." Emily shot towards Annabelle.

Justin tried to stop crying. How embarrassing, crying in front of the prince. He tried to stop crying, feeling the woman's arms wrap around him and he sniffled, holding back his sobs and tears. "N-No, it's all right, it really is." he murmured, looking up at Lily before turning to look at them.

Elliot gave a nod. "I do have to agree with lily, Martha. You were the one who made Justin cry. If you had been him, you wouldn't have appreciated it, would you?"

Martha huffed, turning away from her brother, ignoring the guilt gnawing at her stomach.

"You should apologize." Emily said quietly. "You too Annabelle, you cheered her on."

The eldest princess huffed. "I'm sorry, Justin, for urging Martha to remove you of your clothes and trying to force her dress upon you." Elliot frowned, it hardly sounded heartfelt. Beforeh e could complain however it was the yell from Justin, the boy covering his face.

"Pr-Princes what are you doing?!"

Martha was standing up, practically in front of Justin as she finished removing her dress, dropping it onto the floor before working on removing her underclothes.

"Martha!" Elliot and Annabelle exclaimed.

"What? I hadh im strip so I'm stripping in front of him."

"Showing your belly is indecent." Emily pointed out.

Martha huffed. "Well I don't know what you want me to do then. Apologizing isn't going to make him stop crying." She said. "And what do you mean by someone you love? me and my sisters used to bathe with my brother all the time."

"But we love him." Annabelle said. "He said we couldn't bathe with him any more because we were growing up!"

"That makes no sense, then. if we bathe with someone we love, and we can't bathe with brother anymore, who do we bathe with?"

martha continued to frown at Lily and her words. She hadn't known that, why should she care? She'd never even seen him around the house before, but the guilt kept on tugging and gnawing at her fine. "Fine! I give up! Justin I'm sorry for taking your clothes and putting them on and forcing you into my dress. Better?" She asked. She was very much like her brother in the sense her face was intimidating. if anything they wore similar expressions, though her brother's was that of stress and embarrassment. "And now you have four pairs of clothes, including my dress that makes five."

Justin peeked back at Martha. "I don't want the dress."

"Well you're going to take it!" She yelled back, making him flinch.

"Martha, be nice to him."

The girl frowned, turning to her brother. "And you! If I'm to grow up to be like you I demand your clothes! Suspenders or not!"

Elliot stared. "You know what? I'm tired of this, we're having this discussion now, Lily close the door. You lot are going to learn the differences between sexes and where babies originate from." He grabbed a chalkboard in the corner, mostly used for random doodles but he was quick to erase it all.

"I've always wondered that. They come from women like lily, right?" Annabelle asked.

Elliot was going to hate this. This was a father's job, more precisely a mothers. Thank god he knew what a menstrual cycle was or this would be even worse. "Correct." This was going to take a while, and a lot of drawings to explain it. how he wished he had an anatomy book, drawings from memory weren't going to be entirely accurate.

Lily had no idea how thankful Elliot was for her drawings while he explained, watching the four faces change with very different emotions. In the end, the chalk was finally placed down and the prince dusting his hands off.

"My eyes!" Martha whined, turning and writhing as though she were in pain. "Oh dear lord! I don't want to see it anymore! Th-That's how babies are made! It sounds so disgusting!"

Annabelle seemed horrified, but in a much different manner. "I'll be bleeding for the rest of my life?"

"Once a month." Elliot responded.

"My dresses... They'll be ruined! I'll just wear a lot of red clothes, that's what I'll do. I'll shove towels down there."

"There are clothes designed for that." He said with a sigh, looking at Emily and Justin who were incredibly quiet. "You two?"

Emily just shook her head. She had nothing, at all.

"Justin?"

He blushed before gently shaking his head.

"If Lily is with child, can we feel the belly?!" Annabelle was out of her mood, looking at the bentien with an expectant smile.

Annabelle's smile lessened. "That's right... you told us that when you first came. I'm sorry for asking."

"Brother," Emily said. "Can we take Justin back, we can explain to the head maid what had happened, and that we gave him a proper apology. Martha seconds the motion." And raised her sister's hand.

"I second nothing! I'm not going back there! it gets cold where the dishes are washed!"

"That's actually a wonderful idea, Emily. The head made has five clothes to last her a week, but they are all the same style. I suggest you three take a good look at clothes and consider yourselves lucky to have a wardrobe that lasts you well over a month and a half. That's not including the clothes we need to get rid of because you either didn't like it, wore it once or out grew them."

Martha stuck her tongue out, standing with Annabelle and Emily, Emily herself taking Justin's hand and leading him out before Martha shoved her pink-haired sister forward. "Brother's just being mean."

"Well you started it as well! Don't push me!"

"we need to figure out what to say..." And their voices faded as they walked down the hall, Elliot erasing the chalk board.

"I thank you for helping me, Lily. And truth be told I expect her to have a child first, she's eager to have a family for being so young." he dusted his hands clear of the white powder, looking at the bentien with a smile. "We've some spare time, what would you like to do?"

"It's hardly time for the afternoon meal, I suppose a rest is in order." And kissed the Falian's hand, smiling up at him before leading him out by the same hand. "Instead of departing for Falia today how does tomorrow sound? We should both be able and well by then for the most part, and if we aren't we have a three day trip in a carriage. That should give us additional time to heal and rest. Perhaps I'll choose a less spacious carriage this time. why is everything I use large?" he murmured to himself, chuckling at the thought of sitting on the floor of the carriage again.

Opening the door to his room he found that his bedsheets hadn't been touched from when they left. Perhaps the maids were slow today, but that was all right, the prince sat down on the mattress, removing his boots. "So how long shall we sleep? Until we get hungry?" and chuckled.