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"Why?" Grant asked looking into Jewlet's eyes. "I have nothing now. My work was everything. Keeping my king and my castle safe was my job. I've devoted my life to it." Grant put his hand into his hair. "Being a protector is worthless if you have nothing to protect." Grant sighed. "Sorry to be ranting. I need to get my bow and go before the guards..." Grant had to pause for a moment. It his him that he was no longer a guard. He wasn't apart of what he made anymore and in fact he was now just the oposite. "..kick me out. Excuse me." With that Grant went to his office and collected his bow. the guards who usually guarded his door now where there to make sure he just got his bow and left which he did. Out in the courtyard again he stared at the castle with his bow in hand. He felt betrayed, rejected, he felt like he was nothing anymore.

Grant made his way home and when to his room he told his mother their was nothing for him to do today so he went home early though his mother new better.

Jewlet stopped as she could hear once of the princes. She looked up to see Zireno. Her eye twitched. "I am sorry prince. I am just a messeger." She told him and she put one hand behind her back. A fist formed as she hated this strong of a aragent personality. "I will fetch the minstrel, but I will not rub your feet." She said in a calm tone. "I do have a name prince. It's Jewlet Ivie." She stood in her spot still, silent and it seemed that she was not breathing. She gritted her teeth as she knew it was close to her emotional blow up, which happened every few years.

Jewlet stared Zireno down. 'Control, Jewlet control.' She said over and over again in her head. She clinched her fist tighter making her nails dig into her skin. She put her head down as her face turned red from anger. 'Dungeon! Ha.' Her eye twitched. 'Maid clothing... No I won't go back to that.' She let him finish before she spoke again. "Like I said before Prince Zireno. I will only get the minstrel." She started to walked away to find the minstrel. "I am not scared of a dungeon, the darkness, or anything of that matter. Try your hardest, but you will not scare me." The air around her got heavy as she was keeping her power in cheek.

Henna nodded once, and looked over at him. "Umm, I would really appreciate it if you could start today, But I understand if your not yet feeling up to it. I don't want you to hurt yourself." She smiled kindly and looked back down at her hands. She finished the collar and started to string on the small black beads.

"Do you know where the Library is?" She asked. She was in need of a book on dye recipes, she usually just made it up, but she had forgotten how much of the smaller ingredients’s go into making a nice Lavender color for silks. "I need a book on dye making. But I need it by tomorrow so If you...I'm sorry if I insult you but can you read?" He mind had stalled, many of the slaves could not read, but Alex was very clever so he probably could, if not he would have to learn.

The guard led Jewlet down to the dungeon and up her in the dungeon across from the other captives. "I hope that they will be of some entertainment for you." The guard said as he chained her to the wall. He felt sorry for her and thought that it mite help to have someone to talk to. As he left the cell he stopped and looked at jewlet in pity before leaving.

Throwing someone in jail put a smirk on Zireno's face. In his mined she deserved far worse but that was the worst he could do in his power. Feeling famished he quickly had his breakfast wile the maid who had run ahead to keep the meal warm rubbed his feet. "Has the seamstress come yet?" He asked his personal assistant who was at her usual spot next to him at the breakfast table.

"Yes Prince Zireno. she araived the day before yesterday." he said

"Good, good" Zi responded before getting up. "Lets go see her then."

"Yes Lady Henna; my father made sure I could read before I was taken. I can get the book just as soon as you give me the title or just asking me to gather books based on your specific needs I'll head straight to the library after a change of clothes; I can't perform errands in pajamas."

Alexander soon realized what he was wearing was his only set of clothes since he tossed away the Minstrel outfit and the rest of his peasant garbs were in his old quarters. Alexander didn't want Henna to dress him again like last night; he was fifty-seven after all.

"Where is those clothes you said you had for me? I can put them on and be off to the library immediately."

Even if those clothes weren't finished, he would pretty much wear anything if it wasn't too below his standards; Alexander's standards had changed a lot since he was five.


"Hey Grog! We got a neighbor."

Sylvan and Grog were in the cell next to Jewlet's, though Grog was still partly asleep when Sylvan was speaking to him.

"That's nice Sylvan..."

Grog yawned for a good two seconds before going back to sleep, sending Sylvan into a fit again. She ran over to Grog and started to shake him by the shoulders to wake him up.

"You good for nothing idiot! Break us out now! I know you can!"

There was no use to trying to wake Grog up; he only woke up on his own terms and no one else's. Sylvan was stuck alone again and didn't want to bother talking to the person in the cell next to theirs; Dirt Bloods were generally stupid.

"Thank you very much Henna for you know...Everything."

Alexander took the clothes into his hands and made off for Henna’s room to get dressed just like she had told him to. Alexander emerged out of her room. Alexander stood there wearing the same clothes Henna had promised him during the Ball; they were the best clothes he had worn in awhile. Alexander was sporting a smile for his new clothes, but didn't want to seem too childish about it. The boots were nice too since wearing sandals all the time was a usual thing for Alexander.

"I'm off to the Library then Lady Henna; I will be back as soon as possible with you books."

Alexander walked over to the door and waved good-bye to Henna as he opened it. He hoped the library would allow him access or he would have to return to Henna empty handed; not a good way to start off a new job.