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The time continued to pass, the clock in his bedroom ticking gently, filling the room with the passage of time. And then the softest of voices in the hall.

"Matilda. See that's like Martha, but with a T."
"It certainly is, your highness.' Came the giggle.
"I feel absolutely ill."
"Some rest and a nice coffee in the morning will remove that."
"It is too hot." The bedroom door opened, an obviously drunk Elliot hanging off the shoulder of a maid. She was keeping him from falling. "Leo!" He called, voice slurred and ears limp on his head. "Why on earth are you still awake?"
The maid only smiled, leading the prince to his bed. "I shall be back with some water, excuse me."
"G'bye Matilda." He called, clinging to his bed sheets before looking at Lily in the chair. "Move closer, if I walk I will fall. A guard found me outside in the dirt. Oh I am never drinking again, I've nothing to retch in." He complained, falling to his knees and sitting on the floor, having pulled down part of the blanket.

"There was nothing you could have done." He said, leaning against the bed as his clothing was removed. "I made the invitations, I passed them out, then I was told I walk, talk and act like a woman." he grumbled with a frown, rubbing his face. With the lack of clothes it his temperature had certainly gone down, it was far too hot. "We fought, he's a fire user, common in the mountains. Needless to say he tried to kill me, then I pinned him in ice." He paused, the sickness rising in his throat before he forced it back down. "After that he was freezing, apparently I was cold, I wouldn't know I don't feel it. And then we went for a drink."

He leaned against the bentien. "Then one of his idiot friends decided, in order for me to prove that I was indeed a man, I had to... what was that phrase? Drink him under the table?" He sighed. "My clothes were ruined, I had to buy those on the floor. I might drown in a bath." He gave a whine. "And why do you insist on 'Master'? It is Elliot, Leo. You know my name very well! It is Elliot! Just because that idiot Prime Minister insists I love you, I shall prove him wrong." he frowned at Leo. "So I shall ignore the fact I do love you, but call me Elliot. Old codger, thinks he can say what he pleases. he is the root of all my problems!" he exclaimed rather angrily, silencing to glare at the bentien, soon moving to grab his clothes. "I shall dress, and tell that idiot what is on my mind. He will weep! and the prince would have fallen face first on the floor had Lily not been standing in front of him.

The door opened."I have, oh dear." The eyes averted, face red. "Water, I am sorry I should have knocked."

"You're fine." Elliot said, head turning to her. "I should bathe."

"I'll go prepare that then." and the water was placed down and Matilda exiting quickly.

Elliot stared at the door before looking up at Lily. "Bathe with me, I might honestly drown." He nuzzled the other's stomach, hands working on removing the clothes. "I do enjoy your company."

The prince drank the water, parched throat being eased until the glass was taken away. "It does displease me, so much so. Why do we need to use the false names, makes little sense to me." The sickness wasn't as bad anymore after the water. "I shall bathe, then give that old codger Lewis a piece of my mind. Sleeping with my father and mother. He is a useless whore!" Came the sudden anger, Elliot leaning on his bedpost."What sane man sleeps with a person's parents?! I care not if they allowed it it is downright filthy and wrong! Homosexuality is just as wrong!" But that sentence lost its vigor toward the end, man silencing and black ears lowering, allowing himself to be placed in the hot water of the bath.

"The root of every single problem since adolescence, I am thankful he is not often in my sister's lives. Father likes men and women, I was not blessed with such a personality." and he sat there, staring blankly at the steaming water, sinking slowly into it until only his eyes showed. Whatever he said resulted in bubbles rising to the surface.

"I will not drown, that would put my sister's on the line to be the heir, and I am not so selfish to kill myself." He murmured. "I am envious of my father. I do not mind women as company, but as lovers they are less then wanted." and again the sentence trailed off, Leo's hands distracting him somewhat. The Prime Minister, his father, even his mother. Disgusting. "But he helped raise me after my mother died, even when I obtained that horrible woman as a step-mother. I cannot hate him. A ******** b*****d, ha, that has a nice ring to it." And chuckled, sinking again into the water until Lily offered a towel, sitting up again.

"But I have you, and I am so thankful. I truly do love you." And got out, taking the towel and drying himself off, balance still somewhat off. "Now, before I retire I am going to yell at Lewis despite the hour of the night. And since I am drunk it is easier to tolerate." And walked out, wrapping the towel around his waist and staggering down the hall, pausing to lean against the wall as the nausea started to sink in again.

The prince paused as Leo took step in front of him. "I am not waiting until morning. No it is all fresh in my mind what I want to say." And tried to step forward but Leo continued to block his path and usher him back toward his bedroom. "Move, that is an order." Came the cold statement, grabbing his shoulder and moving him out of the way rather hard, walking slowly before having to lean against the wall. His stomach was ready to rip itself from his body again. "And why are you defending him?!" He shouted at Leo. "He's in my father's bed isn't he?!"

Elliot paused when the loud thump of Leo falling caught his ears, silver eyes wide as he looked over. "I am terrible, you should not think of me." He murmured, Leo soon back infront of him. "I do not feel like going to sleep, I am awake, I am angry." He ran his fingers through his wet hair, trying to think through the fog of alcohol. he needed to relax, to calm down. "Leo, you go sleep, it's late. I'm going to go outside and think." And wobbled around the bentien, grabbing the wall and turning the corner, stairs in sight.

Elliot was standing at the edge of the stairs, looking down and trying to desperately remember when they'd gotten so high. He knew the castle had multiple floors, but not a staircase that went from straight to bottom. When his arm was grabbed he flailed, quickly grabbing the handrail feet on the first two steps as he breathed quickly, the panic and adrenaline now in his system. "Yes, yes clothes are nice." And with weak legs sat down, hand on the wall as he pushed himself off and sat down on the next one. Yes, yes this would work. "I am dry." he murmured. The prince couldn't even feel the cold water dripping from his hair and onto his back, but the goosebumps were obvious long his skin, the man moving down another step.