INSATIABLE LOVE

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♛a prince without his kingdom — {Jehanne

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"Perhaps that is something I should be inquiring myself," vocables brimming with minute joy.

Truly she did not believe in such a merciless God, one who would dangle trickery before her eyes. To know that the very prince she had grown so fond of in times past was physically here was but a blessing and a curse all in one. Somehow, if it was within her power, she would like to return him to his proper home — to keep him so selfishly from his family for the sake of being reunited, that was something she could not bear to think of doing.

"As I have to you, my prince," her lips curling into a tender smile. An expression of friendship, something she had thought she lost due to her very existence. "To see that you must suffer such a fate… it would make me the saddest creature. I pray you will take my offer of housing, e’en if it be temporal." For she had done her best to safeguard him before, her loyalty unwavering once it was bestowed upon another. Gauntlet hands took gloved fingers into her own, eager to proffer such a place where she may continue to protect him if he would so have her.

Hearkening his inquiry of her stay, she did well to remember how long she had been within the walls of this hazardous setting. "Five months, if my recollections are accurate… it is difficult to comprehend such time having passed with little regard," her tone carrying a more solemn tone than her previous statements. Little had been accomplished, only regaining few of her sealed potency back despite all her efforts.

Silence ensued for a brief moment, the humming of cars and crowds almost but a faint hum to her as she contemplated. It would be a lie to say that these words she was to utter were not painful, to declare she would want them to be parted again. They were her genuine feelings, however, something she believed the crimson prince would hopefully grasp the true meaning.

"I pray… that your stay is not so prolonged as my own."

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His heart was full to burst with this reunion. Though the circumstances were less than desired by either of the two blondes, this moment was not to be forgotten. The prince garbed in red offered a slight smile to her words, thankful for her unending kindness towards him. Her presence was truly a blessing for him, or perhaps a guiding light as she always appeared bathed in it to his eyes. Usually, to a high and mighty prince such as himself, he often didn't compliment others as much as he inwardly did towards Jehanne. There were those he did care for and would shower in affection, his wife, his brother - but rarely anyone outside of his family. He would respect others to a degree, but for one such as him to lavish another the way he did towards her, it was truly astounding.

Ah, but he digressed in this train of thought.

Clasping her hands with his own in return, he as humbly as he could, accepted her offer of boarding. This was a large weight off his burdened heart -- he didn't want to think of the scientist given quarters would entail and thanks to this true saint, he wouldn't have to. A relieved exhale sounded prior to a curious expression and accompanying tilt of his head.  She had been in this place for that long?

❝Even while we were parted, my fair saint, I cannot fathom our time away from one another was such a long period.❞

It almost felt as if he had blinked and she was gone, blinked again and she was here. He wasn't entirely certain what to make of everything, of all these places and times that he could not understand. At least the one before him, he could understand to a degree. She was a comfort, a great one, to the royal blood. She was a home to him, in a sense. Which is most likely why he did not feel nearly as panicked as he had upon arrival. 

Just as he had this notion however, Jehanne spoke again. Spoke of a hope for the prince to leave this place while she would remain trapped here. At least this is what he inferred and while he appreciated her sentiment as he would like to return home, likewise, he did not wish for her to linger here. He gave her armored hands a light squeeze before pulling his own back to his sides. He knew he could not sway her to say or think otherwise, nor would he want her to change what she had said, it was not her way, he believed. 

At the very least, he could say this much.

❝If I am to leave this place soon, I would hope that you as well would be granted freedom.❞

❝My dear saint, while I am here and you are as well, I'll have to ask for a tour of this kingdom sometime. For now, I humbly request if you may show me where it is you take residence.❞

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♛a prince without his kingdom — {Jehanne

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The feel of a hand upon her shoulder was not expected, though she did not react negatively to it. Rather, such an action only induced a peculiar sense of nostalgia to be invoked within the woman. When many hailed her name so ardently from the crowds, fingers trailing along the violet clothes that draped over her figure. A tender smile could not be contained at the memories that passed her mind, of the days that were filled with such promise.

"There is no need for such apologies, kind si—"

Vocables dwindled into silence as her eyes finally rested upon the speaker. Familiar blond tufts with the carmine attire she recollected from what seemed so long ago. Another time they had met in a more… favourable setting, she must admit. This was more a cage than utopia, uncertain if the sight of this dear friend of her own appearing before her should come as an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach or that of delight to once more speak to him so.

"Tettere… pray tell, is it truly you who stands before me?" Inquiring as if it were but a fairy tale, it was expected that she would move her own hand to rest over his. Real, his own limb beneath her’s as she let her lips turn into a cordial smile. To greet her comrade with a frown would not do, even if he had become entrapped like all the rest of those around them.

—alas, I wonder if he remembers me, too.

Thoughts shook away as she did well to calm her beating heart, moving to straighten her tie. Recalling his queries, she did her best to answer him in a proper manner. "This kingdom you so call it is known as Hive City. It is designated in six sectors; that of district gamma resides in the third," she began as she took a step forward, intent on him following her as well so she may direct him. "I assume this district to be of your home, yet I know well that it will not suit you. A prince, let alone anybody, should not be given such poor conditions to abide, methinks."

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❝Ah -❞

His breath had caught in his throat and in that instant, he wondered if he was truly dreaming. The last time he had witnessed this pure visage felt like ages ago, and then too when their fates had taken them elsewhere, he had wondered if she had been a dream. Or perhaps an angel had descended from the Heavens that had been nothing more than a fabrication before him. Even now he held this belief, her touch however had grounded him for that single moment -- only for his head to find the clouds once again. When she spoke, the prince in red could only stare as if in utter awe of this meeting. Or more accurately, this reunion.

❝My dear saint...❞

❝Jehanne, my eyes are not deceiving me, are they?❞

White gloved fingertips mirrored her previous actions, extending an arm and faintly did he press a palm to her forearm. Once this action had been performed, he allowed his touch to linger as if afraid to pull away for the fear she would disappear like the dream he had believed her to be. Jehanne to Tettere, had been a true saint from their first meeting and to their last. Among their many meetings and partings until their final, their relationship had become something of a knight and a royal -- though nothing was ever set in stone, nor would Tettere ever seek to bind her to him officially in that way. 

The unspoken relationship between them was enough. He was fairly convinced that Jehanne believed so too. His heart was fluttering with joy as he turned blue eyes to her own and a tender countenance took his features. Tentatively did he bring his hand back to his side, an exhaled breath tinged with both nervous yet excited emotions part his lips. What should he say here? So many things had filtered into his mind though he wanted to voice the perfect words. In that case, really, only one thing had come to mind.

❝I have missed you. You are correct, such conditions I don't believe would suit one of my prestige however if that is my horizon, I will not falter. I thank you, my saint, for that information. ...Have you been dwelling here long, Jehanne?❞

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｢It might have come as some amusement for the prince to watch his elected exploration partner at any one time during their hour-long train journey, admittedly ─ for that large part of it, he does no less than pace their carriage restlessly, like some animal not quite used to the confines of a cage. He’s able to sit still (enough) for a few minutes after the train pulls out from Sector One’s station, but that’s apparently the extent of his patience where travelling by train is concerned. Old habits truly do seem to die hard, as not long after their departure does the sailor find himself wandering the enclosed space as he had once wandered - if considerably more freely - the deck of a ship; the way in which he wanders, too, harks back to more familiar times, his hands held neatly behind his back and his head held high. He’d sit down again at regular intervals, but only because standing for longer periods made him particularly prone to any of the train’s wobbling and sudden jerks.

Now, by no means is he incapable of appreciating the train’s speed and efficiency (in fact, he’d admitted the other to be true in that respect a number of times as he watched the grey scenery whiz past), but, nonetheless, he instinctively expresses a sort of relief as they prepare to disembark. He yawns, stretches, bats away another of his unnecessary apologies once more before they stepping down from the train, companion - of course - beside him.｣

‘At a glance’, yeah. Your ‘fairly’ there leaves much to the imagination, too ─ maybe even more so than is really comfortable.

｢A moment or two is spent in silence in the wake of his first words spoken in the third Sector, as though he’s keen to allow time for his comment’s seriousness to sink into the other’s mind. Again, it all looks fairly normal here, but they have only just arrived: though humans are naturally inclined to ignorance in some fashion or another, he fancies these rumours can’t entirely be false if they’re that widespread. Thus, he surveys this first scene of the so-called ‘ghetto’ with a faintly furrowed brow as though troubled, his arms akimbo.

…But, perhaps inevitably, he’s not able to keep that sombre tone for long; indeed, it’s question whether Idolfried had intended to be sombre all along or had simply decided to momentarily play to the royal’s already-expressed fear. (He’s quick to shoot a glance - one brow raised - towards the easily-started young man. Terrible of him to find a glimmer of humour in the other’s misfortune, really, but he means no harm.) His words of mere moments ago are shrugged away with ease; he inhales deeply, then exhales in a long hum; finally, he looks once more to his companion.

This is where they start, then.｣

I’m under the impression you know this place more than I do, regardless of the fact that you’ve never before visited this particular Sector, right? I mean, how different are these Sectors to one another? ─ if there’s some sort of layout common to all of them, there’s no way that your knowledge of the Sectors you have visited thus far can go to waste.

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Shifting, the noble prince had to agree that he should be leading the way. Fear was present however and despite his pride, he couldn't bring himself to move an ounce! No, no this would not do! The royal in red straightened himself out and mentally prepared himself, giving a nod and quickly rounding the taller man, taking the lead with a valiant step forward. Where to go, however? While he had explored the other sectors, this one felt different to him. It suddenly struck him then and there. It was like the slums of any kingdom really -- that was a slightly comforting thought he supposed, if he was able to equate it with something he was familiar with.

It was a start.

However this "start" did not go very far. As the prince led the way, turning corners and looking towards the many winding paths, he couldn't help but feel turned around. And at one point, he physically turned himself and Ido around, walking down a more deserted pathway this time. The less shady people they would encounter, the better. He could not rely on his weapon, wooden as it was, it could only serve a purpose as a blunt force. Just as he was lamenting this with a sigh, Tettere came to a sudden halt, blinking as he found a discarded pistol. Or what he assumed was such. In his era there were guns of a certain kind, however this one was so foreign to him. He had no knowledge of how to handle one either.

❝Hah? Is this really a gun? Don't they have any kind of gunpowder...?❞

Culture shock was striking again, Hands turned it over in white gloves, dirtying them only to delicately hold the weapon as far away from his person as possible. He held it towards Idolfried, ushering for him to check it out. He may know more given his older age of this than the younger royal. Even with all his teachings, things like firearms never often came up. In any case, he figured if it was tossed away, the thing might as well have been useless. Or so he assumed, why else would someone toss it away? 

❝Please take it, Ido. I certainly do not like them myself, even despite having a wooden weapon that is no better than a child's toy, I would prefer that over...whatever modern style of gun this is.❞

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♛a prince without his kingdom — {double

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"A prince?" Double grinned, teeth showing through for only a brief moment. “My my, I’ve never met royalty outside my own world before. I didn’t even know other places used such systems. How interesting." She said nothing more, but already she was irritated. The only royalty she knew was that damned princess and her blasted, meddlesome family. Obstacles to her success, to the success of the Trinity’s grand design.

Annoying. 

Double didn’t bother to look back and see whether Tettere was still following, because she knew he was. He was so obviously out of his element here that to discard someone who had offered to assist him so easily would only be harmful to him. She’d half-expected him to ask her some questions about the City and how things worked, but the prince said nothing, perhaps too proud to ask for so much help.

A whistle blew nearby, announcing their arrival to the station. Not missing a beat, Double prepared to board, but was stopped by an interjection from Tettere.

"Yes, it is Tettere," she said, turning around. The nun tapped at her cheek for a moment, feigning contemplation before speaking again. “Are you afraid? I suppose you haven’t seen anything like this in your world, am I correct? well, worry not. A train is merely a form of transportation, quite quick and reliable. You have more to fear from the people inside the train than from the train itself."

She ascended the steps, pausing at the door to the train, which already had a decent amount of people inside. “Are you still coming, Tettere? I’m afraid crossing the Sectors in any other way is either time-consuming or very expensive. Can’t you summon some of your princely courage and join me?"

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At her explanation, the prince in red could only look this 'train' up and down. It did seem relatively inanimate and harmless, he supposed, as far as large hunks of metal could appear anyway. For a few moments, Tettere didn't directly answer, merely giving a single nod prior to hurriedly following along in silent contemplation of these endeavors. Standing mostly, the prince was unsure of where to take a seat, or if he should take one at all. Restless was the only way to describe how he felt, pacing back and forth along the train with an occasional glance out of the nearby windows. The waiting before the train would take off only made him more anxious, though he tried his best not to reveal this.

This situation initially was another challenge that he would valiantly overcome. However, the more he was shown around by the helpful nun he had encountered by fortune -- the more out of place did he feel. There was hardly a single aspect of this kingdom that held even the smallest fraction of familiarity for him. He had to wonder if there were others whom had felt the same upon arrival? It was a slim chance and a dim hope, he supposed, but something was better than nothing.

Eventually, he stopped thinking on this subject all together.

❝If nothing else...I am relieved to hear that there is at least a church.❞

It wasn't something he would have expected to be in this city at first. Not with all the hustle and bustle that there was. Though he mulled over the idea that perhaps even in this kind of era, one would turn to religion. Religion always seemed to stay the same in any case, no matter the time or place. At least from his experience and travels, he was led to believe that much.

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｢—Oh.

Now faced with the truth, he’s honestly torn between empathising with the guy and just— bursting out into raucous, obnoxious laughter, really. There’s something intrinsically funny about somebody seriously being given a cardboard box the live in (as long as that somebody isn’t him, suffice to say); that this nobleman has found himself in so unfortunate a situation, then, is only that bit funnier. Anyway, as regards to how he’s to receive this news, he settles on a comprise between sympathy and a sort of…sadism, for want of a less extreme word: his first course of action is laugh quite shamelessly about the other’s situation, though just as the laughter (eventually) dies down, he brings a hand up to pat his shoulder as though in consolidation, if with more force than perhaps necessary.

…The apparently comforting gesture, however, is probably cancelled out with what he’s to say next.｣

…With all due respect, though, I wouldn’t offer to share my lodgings with you even if you paid me handsomely. It’s the sort of thing people’ll talk about to no end, particularly given your status.

｢…Well, there’s that, and there’s the fact that he’d much rather have his own room for the first time in—…for the first time since he’d started sailing, actually. Not that he expects rooming with the prince would be as horrendous as rooming with the likes of his crew-mates, but - still - it’s fundamentally principle he’s concerned with here: it’d just be nice to have his own place to sleep for the first time in ages; it’s nothing personal. Really.

Dismissing the matter with a careless shrug - albeit a touch difficultly so, given how he still found himself having to stifle the odd snigger -, his companion duly follows, appreciating that though he’s the navigator of the two of them, it’s the other who knows more about Hive City; it’s only sensible to let him take the lead here ─ Idolfried isn’t so arrogant as to assert he’s likely to know the way to the station already by way of  his ‘natural inclination to navigation’. (Or whatever.) And when they’ve reached their destination, he again listens patiently, and with great interest too: he’d never used overland modes of transport even back in his own time, so it’ll serve him well to heed all that is said here.

In fact, the only comment he has to make about these ‘trains’ is their lack of fare, as Tettere tells him. He’s inclined to be a touch sceptical, true, much as this sounds too good to be true, but the guy’s really got a certain honesty about him that makes it hard to doubt his words.｣

Free, hm—? Good to see at least something’s working in our favour.

｢At that, he follows suit and thus boards the train (if not without a moment’s gingerness) with a little chuckle ─ no doubt a relief after his recent outburst of joviality. He’s actually kinda enjoying this, though.｣

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Part of the peculiar prince wished to question why in the world Idolfried was laughing like that. It had gone right over the royal's head, though he didn't end up asking the other a thing if only for the sake of moving things along. He too, had a feeling that even if he had -- he would only end up more confused at his answer. Yet still, as they take part in the train ride -- he can't shake the feeling that Ido might have, just maybe, had been laughing at the red garbed prince. However as soon as that thought enters does his pride take over and he reassures himself that surely not! It was best not to dwell on it any longer he told himself, clearing his throat and crossing legs as the train moved rather smoothly along their current sector.

Blue eyes would watch the scenery passing by -- blinking with a tilt of his head as it appeared buildings were moving. He had heard such of the first sector but, he had never quite seen it done. He thought it mere myth but -- maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him. This entire kingdom, city, or whatever it was called was far too much for his imagination. This coming from a literal fairytale prince charming of all people. But those stories were at least...not as advanced as this city was. They were easy enough for even the smallest child to understand! This city was not.

Confusion only became rampant the longer the two of them sat in silence and passed through the second sector. He had been here once only, but the smog that filled the air and subsequently, his lungs, could not be good for him. So after that, he didn't really return. And finally there was the third sector. All that Tettere really did when they arrived at that station was look completely astonished.

❝It looks fairly normal at a glance...❞

Was this really the fabled "Ghetto" that he had heard of?

Quickly did he stand, though he didn't hurry to leave the train just yet, pardoning himself for his actions prior to taking a hold of his companion's upper arm and then did he hurry outside. Once the two of them were out of the train did he give a look around. Things for the first few moments appear perfectly fine but then it came. There were far off sounds of what could only be described as gunfire -- and for a prince who preferred a sword to anything else, it gave him a start. He flinched and ducked behind Idolfried's taller frame, peeking from around his shoulder.

❝...Ah -- where do you think we should go from here, Ido?❞

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｢In the moment immediately succeeding the introduction of that new word to his vocabulary, he repeats it ─ ‘ghe ─ tto’. (Two separates words, apparently.) Often though he doesn’t really care for being lectured to as such, even if to do so is in his better interests, he - here - takes Tettere’s words to heart: a stance of supposed attentiveness is adopted, and not just for show, with hand to chin and head cocked fractionally to one side. Truth is that, by the sounds of things, this third Sector would quite appeal to him, its believed dangers notwithstanding; rumours have a habit of grossly distorting truth anyway. Furthermore, he hasn’t yet any views to exchange his blade (for he remains blissfully ignorant of the downgrade, the pseudo-blade still in its sheath), but to examine what this world has by way of weaponry piques his interest all the same.

So, he muses aloud, what are the two of them waiting for? Eager as he is to embark on his first conquest in the city, he makes a move to take the lead, only to halt even before he’s started: largely because he hasn’t even the foggiest as to where they’re heading, and - when the suggestions made - also because his fancy is redirected for the moment once again.｣

Hm. I don’t think I’d mind taken this…’train’ as much as I would be really rather glad to do so. Bar the— foreignness of the thing - and I can only assume the case is the same for you, of course -, I can’t see any disadvantage in making use of a quick and efficient service, as you’ve said. Hell, why not?

｢Sadly, that he feels this need to tend to the other’s claim of having been given ‘nothing more than a box’ before anything else means he all but entirely ignores the question posed to he himself. At worst, the query’s shoved to the side of his mind as to enable him to focus first on the alleged lodgings, but - still - his companion will have to bear a moment or two of digression before receiving any reward for his curiosity.

Before anything’s said, though, his gaze wanders the prince’s visage, as though attempting to spot any sort of betrayal of expression, of a glimpse of a smile, a telling twinkle in the eye ─ anything that might give away the fact he’s trying to play him the fool here. He could simply be exaggerating, and this he wouldn’t put past him: anything less than a grand castle would probably be considered a box by his sort, the sailor reckons. To his surprise, he finds nothing; well, what he does find seems to point quite to the contrary, in that his expression actually displays…honesty. Sincerity. (Etc., etc.) Realising this, his own expression falls from his face, and he’s thus left staring blankly at the other as he takes the step to validate what’s being supposed here.｣

—A box. You’re joking, right? Just… exaggerating matters. They couldn’t have given you an actual box as your home, surely…?

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❝Unfortunately...❞

Breath caught in his throat and the prince could only lament his situation with a sigh. Shaking his head, he explained to Idolfried that this was no jest. For the exploring that Tettere had done, there were districts in each sector -- and if you were placed in one of these districts then your home was nothing more than a miserable cardboard box. With nothing to his name in this city and no one he was well acquainted enough to seek help from...this was his situation. Lamentably, he had spent the last few nights, more or less, fending for himself wherever he could find some form of shelter. Yet he didn't wish to go into that if only for the sake of sparing his companion this terribly depressing story. 

❝I had heard that in some cases, one in a situation as mine can room with another that has better quarters yet --❞

After that however, Tettere managed an upbeat smile, stating that despite any circumstances he may encounter in this foreign kingdom, he would face them head on as he would back in his own. A prince was a prince through and through, after all! Once more did he clap his hands together and motion for Idolfried to follow, blue eyes turning to the horizon with a nod and a rather dramatic point in that same direction did the prince start off with a grand step of his heeled boot. Yes, so long as he kept a positive outlook to this things would surely turn out well for him. That's what he wanted to continue believing in any case. He was a proud prince, even arrogant to a fault, so this had all really knocked him down a peg thus far. 

Even so, somehow and someway he would keep his wits about him. With the taller man's help as well, he would be able to take a step in the right direction. Finally being able to explore the third sector was making much progress for Tettere whom had avoided it like the plague. He had perhaps not checked it out himself not only out of the rumors he had heard, but to confirm his less than lucky situation would be something akin to a final nail in the coffin. He couldn't avoid it however, not any longer than he already tried to.

His vigor was unshakable! More or less, anyway. Whether or not Idolfried realized yet, he had unintentionally become something of a pillar of support for the prince. Otherwise, he may have never gathered the gusto for this.

Giving another nod, the prince stopped near the steps of the train station, turning towards his companion briefly to explain a final thing. He mentioned how the train ran through the entire city at intervals of thirty minutes. So from where they were to get to the third sector it would take around an hour! Much quicker than walking at least!

❝This 'train' is free of charge as well, so you are more than welcome to board whenever you so wish.❞

And with that did the prince in red hop up the steps and into the open doors of the train, finding the nearest open seat he could for himself whilst saving a seat for his companion as well. Hopefully the ride over would go better than his previous ride in this metal beast. Though that was a story for another time --

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Black - the weight of a new gift

Enjolras stood by a large window of a shop, staring with the heated intensity of the sun. On the other side of the window lay a row of large cages housing a bunch of small kittens. If anyone told him a week ago that he would be guilted into buying someone a cat, he would have scoffed at them in derision. There was no avoiding it. Even if it was an accident, he couldn’t deny destroying Kano’s cardboard housing; if being in the company of some beast could soothe the loss that he gave the boy, then so be it. 

The only real problem here was that Enjolras was not incredibly experienced in the art of gift giving. He offered practical things—or books written by Rousseau if he was feeling particularly affectionate—to his friends on their birthdays. Not even Gavroche was exempt from those types of presents. Things like pets were completely out of his realm of comfort.

From the corner of his eye, the revolutionary spotted someone heading his way. He teared his gaze away from the kittens and turned to face the other person. 

"Pardon me, but I could use a second opinion. I need to buy something for a young boy." 

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As of late, Tettere had been feeling more confident in his ability to navigate these sectors. He had no intention of staying here long, or at least his wish was not to, yet while he was undeniably forced here -- a growing familiar sense of surroundings would be prudent. One such place was this strip of local vendors. From his horizon, there would be busy shopping centers such as this but nothing quite so...literally concrete. His pristine gloved hands would continue to touch the side of the buildings, wondering how they all stuck together before his curiosity of the modern was halted with a voice.

Blue eyes would turn towards the source to find a taller man befuddled by nothing more than a string of meowing kittens. Inclining his head in question, Tettere could only assume that his opinion to be given was on these animals. As cute and fluffy as they were, this peculiar prince had never really had such a thing in his home. In his youth he had wanted one, and even known he wished for it perhaps, but put it out of his mind just as quickly. Instead, he cleared his throat with a nod and gave a glance over each and every one of these little felines. They were all quite adorable he must admit, though his eyes were drawn the most to a pure white kitten. It appeared to have the most fluff -- which meant it was much more fun to...er...well cuddle and do playful things with!

❝My good man, I would have to advise the white kitten. ...If you are asking me of my opinion on these felines that is, if not then please feel free to ask away whatever you wished to in the first place.❞

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｢Unfortunately for the red(-cheeked) prince, he’s more than able to catch his moment of weakness here: actually, he catches it to the extent of finding a peculiar sort of delight in watching his embarrassment. He’d never thought there’d be a day he’d catch himself being as friendly as this with somebody on the highest rung of society, let alone be so fortunate as to bear witness to said somebody’s lapse into bashfulness. Initially, he’s only certain as to why he has had this fortune, but his answer comes soon enough in the form of an apology ─ one he’s unable to receive with anything other than a smile, comical as it is to watch the composure of Prince Charming falter like this at the fault of something so petty as informality.

But - hey - at least he’s taken to using that nickname. That’s something, at least.

The trifling matter of the other’s rare flustered mannerisms aside, Idolfried now turns his mind towards his offer ─ that of an escort— no, accompaniment (quite why he feels the need to correct himself there is honestly beyond him, though), specifically speaking. He doesn’t spend too long considering the royal’s words at this stage, straightforward as they are, but… Weird. From what he’s already able to make of his words, he’s been here for some days already, yet hasn’t - for some reason or another - ventured into the realm of Sector Three ─ is that right? Sounds peculiar to him, quite frankly, much as he has his doubts that he surely couldn’t have held off on settling into his new home because of these mentioned rumours; then again, he need only glance at the blue-blood again to remind himself he’s actually little more than a kid, really.

Anyway.｣

‘Less than fortunate’, hm…?

｢The words dance on his tongue as though to expressly challenge the submitted claim. To say he’s heard no such rumours himself would be nothing else but to state the absolute obvious (he’s only just arrived, after all), yet nevertheless does he already feel the urge to…prove himself, simply put. It can more than reasonably be argued that there are ways of spending ones’s first day in a new environment wiser than bounding into rumoured dangerous territory, but, alas, the seaman’s never been one to care for these things. Hell, though this impulsive character of his could very well be the death of him some day, he’s come out largely unscathed by this sort of thing many a time before that to expect any less here would be - by his logic - just short of nonsense.

So, he spends far less time than he probably should mulling over the royal’s proposal before expressing a sort of zealous agreement. In this very moment, a grin flashes across his face; eyes, meanwhile, betray an equally brilliant twinkle ─ if this isn’t the right way to start his residence in the city, he wouldn’t know what is.｣

I’d see no harm in doing so, even after your mention of the so-called ‘unfortunate rumours’ which surround this— third Sector. I’m personally betting that there’s nothing worse there than your usual shifty characters, drink-houses…whorehouses too, probably. 

｢…Actually, now that he’s said this all aloud, Sector Three - or at least his impression thereof - doesn’t sound entirely bad. Huh. Still, he’s quick to wave away his own words, turning his attention back to Tettere without further ado.｣

Nothing you and I wouldn’t be able to cope with, in any case. In fact, I’m now inclined to think no less than it’d be an honour to accompany you— Your Highness.

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Clapping his gloved hands together, the prince was overjoyed at the agreement. For a moment he wondered if Ido had meant to call him by his birthright title, had he been unable to shake manners off just yet as well? -- How odd.

In any case, from the other's assumption of what that third sector entailed, well, the prince had heard it wasn't very far off from just that. Which of course he relayed to his companion. Explaining that the third sector had been dubbed something called a "ghetto" -- some modern term he had no idea towards the meaning. Though it was not a good one. Continuing on, the prince in red continued relaying the information of that place, saying that while it was likely one would find more substantial weaponry there such as daggers and swords made of actual material rather than wood...Tettere had heard something of guns there as well. The concept of a gun wasn't completely lost on Tettere, he had heard of them in his own era though they were rather newly invented back then. Nothing like what they were today.

In any case, that's all he had heard of that place.

On one occasion he had seen it from the distance in sector two however...he had to confess that his lack of understanding of this place prevented him from going much further. Sector two wasn't as bad but the power plant had definitely thrown him for a loop. Much of this city did the very same, really. Speaking of which -- Tettere turned towards Idolfried and looked as if an idea had just dawned upon him. He had only taken it once thus far but it was the safer form of travel, and the quickest if there were no horses to be had. Lightly did he incline his head towards the other with a rather curious look upon royal features.

❝If you do not mind, Ido, we could take the train.❞

❝It certainly is...something, I must say. However the travel is quick and efficient!❞

Ah, he had to smile as he spoke. It was one thing to be led around by another who had been in this city for far longer than he, but to be able to explore with one that was potentially just as lost as he had been the past few days...well, he felt relief. Which turned into utter jubilation. He had always enjoyed exploring but he found it far more exciting when it was shared with another. Seldom did he get such chances, but he digressed. Tettere tried not to dilly dally any further, taking a broad step in the appropriate direction before he paused just as abruptly.

Glancing blue eyes towards Idolfried had Tettere recalled another thought. His own situation, despite not going to the third sector, had been told to him. His navigation of the city may not be picture perfect just yet, but perhaps they could find Idolfried's own living quarters! Thus, Tettere shuffled back to the taller man and apologized for delaying their travels a moment more for this question.

❝I am aware that I was given nothing more than a box to live in this city however, I believe there are some that are more fortunate than I...I would hope you are one of them. Are you aware of your residence numbers, Ido?❞

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｢Were it not for the fact that he’s been taken here against his will, he might actually come to enjoy the city. To hypothesise so much likely seems absurd: enjoying a city like the Hive, given its ultimate purpose, is arguably tantamount to enjoying captivity, and, yes, he would still much rather continue to sail the seven seas; truth of the matter is, though, that he hasn’t left much behind.

…No sooner does he make such an observation, however, than his daughter springs to mind — shame on him for failing to bear her in mind. Now, there’s an unquestionable motive to leave if ever there was one, but - in any case - he can’t do much for now; smalltalk, then, will occupy his time during this first hour or so in the city.

The short laugh he offers prior to speaking up is more or less a sigh — not one of exasperation or anything reminiscent thereof, but, rather, a casual sort of admission of defeat: if not even one with as high, as important a status as his new acquaintance hasn’t managed to successfully appeal for release from the city (though he can, of course, only assume the other has appealed for release), then what hope does one such as himself have? He can damn well try to return home (or at least what passes as ‘home’) nevertheless, but… No, these things should be considered after he’s put his feet up for a bit.

For now, all he can really do is to appreciate the company he’s had the fortune to find so soon. Perhaps to the royal’s chagrin, that ‘blue-blood’ status doesn’t motivate Idolfried to approach conversation any differently to habit: were the prince a bit older, he might think twice about continuing his informal tone, but - frankly speaking - as far as he’s concerned, he’s just a boy; besides, his legacy, much like the navigator’s own, has been left back in his home world (…whatever that might be).

He could still have the decency to act appropriately before his noble audience, true — but he can’t help but smile in the wake of Tettere’s bow, that’s there’s nothing particularly amusing about it notwithstanding.｣

If you’re suggesting I address you as informally as simply ‘Tettere’, you’ve no need to bow, surely?

｢In accordance with his own interpretation of how much formality is needed here, his smile grows to an amicable grin as he offers a mock salute.｣

Whatever. The name is Idolfried Ehrenberg, though a shorter address of ‘Ido’ will do just as nicely. It’s a pleasure to share these damned circumstances with you — and I suppose I’ve been particularly fortunate in the respect that yours is the first acquaintance I’ll have here. Newly-arrived, you see.

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There was, an admittedly foreign, sensation that settled in the prince's royal features. His personality was one that was hard to fluster or embarrass but it's not as if it was impossible, merely a rare occurrence! One that he was in the midst of. His cheeks reddened in hue and the royal nodded with a statement that his manners were, well...habits now. Besides! Despite his lack of title or land here, he was still a prince through and through and would present himself in such a way! Even with these informal circumstances...did that make any sense? He supposed not, but really he was trying to compose himself as best he could. He was so unused to this kind of fluster that he quickly changed the subject instead with a very proper clearing of his throat and hand indication to the area around them.

❝Ahem, in any case since you are newly arrived perhaps we should venture to explore? I have only just arrived a few days prior myself, it would be prudent to cover some ground together.❞

There was also one sector in particular that the blue blood would have liked to explore but was slightly apprehensive to do so. At least on his own. The sector in which he had been placed was the third and his home on top of that was, well not even a home from what he had been told thus far. His lodgings were another matter entirely however, he hadn't even stepped foot in that sector! More confidence was at hand with a companion though, he only hoped he could convince if not persuade the other to follow his lead. 

Lightly did he begin tapping gloved fingertips against his lower lip in contemplation. If Idolfried had just arrived then they were in the first sector most likely. So then, they could potentially walk towards the third if time allowed...he wasn't entirely convinced taking those metal beasts dubbed "buses" or "trains" was all that safe. He'd rather not be swallowed in his entirety by those...well, whatever they were. Again did he wish to lament the lack of horses, he would feel much more at home by even the smallest fraction if something such as that were around. Only a sigh would do for now before he brought his bright blue eyes back to Ido and again had he --

❝I would be most obliged if you would accompany me, Ido.❞

After that... Tettere swiftly straightened himself up with another embarrassed flush of his face, avoiding eye contact for the moment and busying his hands with adjusting his gloves instead. After a bit of awkward shuffling on his part did he apologize for these actions of his. They were hard to break! Yet, he would do his utmost to try and not be entirely too princely if he could. If only to not make things as...stuffy between them. Status wasn't important in a land so far from his horizon. So he tried again whilst once more taking a glance to meet Idolfried's gaze.

❝I will be honest and mention I was hoping you would escort -- er -- accompany me to the third sector if possible.❞

❝My residence is...there and in my short stay I have heard some less than fortunate rumors about what that place entails.❞

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｢—H…uh.

It’s something he should have noticed earlier (even just a few seconds earlier), really, but only now does it register how— striking this fellow’s appearance is.

…No, even ‘striking’ perhaps doesn’t justly describe this one’s (admittedly) magnificent appearance, actually, much as it verges on the outright overwhelming. Giving him a customary once-over now, the newcomer finds that there’s a great deal can be said - as one might expect - as regards to the stranger’s actual clothing, but there’s something beyond the mere physical: see, he has a certain air of nobility about him, even if one’s to look past the rich red and overall quality of his tunic. Hell, to proclaim him to be a blue-blood right there and then wouldn’t be the least bit absurd ─ he’s a sight more flamboyant than the upper-class types Idolfried’s had the (dis)pleasure to meet in the past, but, that said, he’s also a sight younger from the looks of things.

This line of thought distracts him only momentarily, however, and is simply incidental more than anything else: now aware of the possibility (and possibility only, at least at this point in time) of the other being some sort of noble sadly isn’t going ward him off or otherwise deter him from making small talk in any great way ─ if, indeed, at all. If anything’s to change the sailor’s approach to this first meeting even marginally, it’s that brief glimmer of… - what? - familiarity, recognition he manages to glimpse. Granted, as fleeting and slight as such a change in expression is by nature, he could simply be mistaken here (the light could’ve caught the maybe-noble’s eyes in a certain way, for example), although—

He’d recall having met something like this, right? Why, he probably shouldn’t even bother with this sort of topic in the first place, ultimately unimportant as it is, and so he waste no more time in springing back to conversation, a smile - more contained, more sensible than its predecessor - replacing the faint furrowing of his brow he’d exhibited when studying Tettere.｣

Us and a large number of others, or at least so it seems: think what you  may, but I myself have certainly never seen a place as bustling as this. I suppose that means we’ve all a smaller share of misery than what we’d have if there were any less of us, huh.

｢There’s a few moments of reflection on his own words before they’re seemingly dismissed with a careless shrug. (Even he himself isn’t quite sure where he was meant to go with his words.｣

…But - alas - either way, misery’s cruel like that. She’s not the sort to leave people content if she can help it ─ and the more the merrier, apparently. Or something like that.

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❝Unfortunately, I have never bestowed my eyes upon such a...❞

Kingdom --? Was that even the right word for this place? He had been calling it thus but the more that he lingered here, the more that he found that word to be unsuitable. Kingdoms were beautiful, vast lands with castles ruled by a king. Hence the term! Alas, there was no castle with no royalty that the red prince would find here -- without a monarchy, he felt at an unfavorable if not utter loss. This is what tragedies were born of, oh, but even that was being perhaps a bit too dramatic, even for this man. A prince shouldn't dwell on misfortune! So, collecting himself, Tettere absolutely shook off any other ill feelings and continued.

❝...Place. Ahem.❞

❝I will take your words for what they are worth as comfort yet until I am able to make sense of all this metal.❞

His dwelling here hadn't been an extended stay just yet but it soon would be. That notion alone left the royal in a foul mood constantly. Frustration and irritation plagued him more in this one week he had been here thus far than in his entire adolescence! Even now he moved gloved hands to rub his temples in an effort to quell an oncoming ache. This kind of situation had never been thrust upon him before, yet at the very least he could perhaps help other unfortunate souls such as he. Or even do as this man had said and take solace in the shared misery.

Speaking of which -- One wouldn't usually say that unless they had arrived recently! Rather that's what Tettere believed at least, deciding to take himself up on the idea and side step towards the other in a curious feat. He tilted his head as gracefully as one would expect from one of noble blood such as he and apologize preemptively if he was being intrusive prior to asking if he had just arrived? He had this certain air about him -- Tettere was sure that he had that same atmosphere around himself still. It was no easy to shake off this bewilderment no matter how often he explored this city. Though he had yet to look through out all the sectors just yet, he had made a mental note that sector one was practically impossible to navigate! It always seemed to be moving, perhaps he should relay such information? If it came to such an exchange. 

For now at least, he inclined his upper body in a bow as he introduced himself formally. Once more he had apologized for his actions before, this strange kingdom had jarred him and he had momentarily forgotten his manners. Introductions were a must in first meetings, after all, and a prince without his kingdom was still a prince through and through.

  ❝I am pleased to meet you, please address me as Prince Tettere, or in any case...given the informal circumstances, simply Tettere will do. May I inquire as to what your name is?❞

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｢Perhaps not unwisely, the navigator has elected to ignore the technicalities of recent developments. Not that this— ‘curious abduction’ doesn’t distress him in any way (though more so in the regard that he feels a sort of irritation rising within him ─ to be grounded here for longer than need be isn’t a possibility which appeals to him), but - as he earnestly sees matters - he can do without the inevitable questions at a later point.

He hasn’t any express intentions of humouring that… - what? - Hoervich and his associates, but escape isn’t something he’s immediately concerned with: to rest for a while is actually a more attractive idea for the time being. There’s the necessary (and admittedly rather awe-filled) glance about his new surroundings, yes, but he otherwise wastes little time in finding where he’s to live whilst in the city.｣

…C-5. Is that it? Hn.

｢He blinks, leans closer, frowns, purses his lips, as though any such melodramatic displays will aid his contemplation here ─ but, perhaps needless to say, he achieves nothing by way of an answer with his gestures more than he would have done without. Thus, his final stance - at least for now - is one of visible annoyance. The newcomer pulls himself to his full height, inhaling slowly before clicking his tongue a couple of times, attention all the while on the board. This is a bit embarrassing, really: he hasn’t done so little as even locate his place of residence before this latest change of environment proves to be more challenging than he’d prefer.

More irritating yet is the fact that his isn’t the first time he’s found himself in some foreign land or another. Time and time again, prior to this sudden (and much unwanted) displacement, he’d come out best when faced with the unfamiliar ─ why, then, does he find himself trumped on this particular instance? The most glaring difference here, he supposes, is that he can’t recall even in the slightest having made the decision to— to relocate to this drabness, greyness, etc.; speaking of which, whilst the New World had at least some semblance with his own native land, this - this ‘Hive City’ -, with its sprawling buildings and bustling streets, is unlike anything he’s even seen before. Maybe this would adequately explain his…his rare puzzlement here? Even the best have their weaknesses, however small they might be.

…Oh, damn it all, in any case. He’s spending more time reflecting on his immediate situation than it really deserves.

In the moment before he moves to turn from the listings and duly begin his exploration of the city, something - specifically someone - catches his eye. Not for any particular reason, admittedly; quite simply, what harm is there in establishing a bit of conversation with…well, whoever this one is? There’s a short laugh prior to the complete redirection of his focus as he turns to face the stranger, his lips pulled into an amiable smile.｣

—If nothing else, I suppose I should be grateful that I’m not the only poor bastard who’s wound up here.

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Presumably, some exploration would provide with a better mental map of this kingdom yet the more land he covered, the more he felt utterly out of place.

He sorely missed the green earth beneath his boot and the open land -- all that this Hive City was nothing but repeated scenery of gray and more gray. It was so disheartening to a prince that adored bright hues of red and blue. Melancholy was the only way to describe his mood, despite this however, he refused to be beaten by this maze! If he could navigate a tower of roses in darkness, then certainly this city was no match for this noble prince as well! Though this is what he would like to cement in his heart there is always that nagging weight of hopelessness deep down.

Even his shoulders had slumped in a visible act of despair but he had hoped no one was around to see him in such a state. Even if it was painful to be separated from his beloved princess of roses, he could at least take solace in the fact that she was not here to see this royal prestige so crestfallen. But all was well, he'd like to think -- that is until a voice reached his ears in lament of the same pathetic circumstances. The red prince inwardly winced from such language directed at him but he regained his composure quickly with a clear of his throat and a turn towards the source of that voice.

❝Hm?❞

That voice belonged to a man that the red prince found eerily familiar.

Had he met him before? Surely not! No, no, it was purely his imagination. Yes, that was it. 

Tettere wasn't very inclined to speak with this man much longer than was standard. Since he had been spoken to first, he would respond and be cordial, polite -- as he was taught to be to even the most unsightly of people. Oh, but this was going to be a challenge. He already felt peculiar from that odd familiar feeling he had felt just now but tried to shake it off regardless. Even if this was not his kingdom and he had no crown or very many rights, if any at all here, he would still present himself in the most princely, royal of ways! Thus, the royal garbed in red tried to offer an understanding smile as best he could muster before taking a step or two towards the taller blonde. Though he had been smiling as best he could, as soon as he was within arm's reach of the other, that facade quickly wiped away in favor of an expression of pure irritation.

❝Yes, we are both in a lamentable situation.❞

❝...Misery truly loves company, does it not?❞

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♛a prince without his kingdom — {double

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A show of respect, now that was rare. The authority and position of a nun seemed to be lost on so many people within Hive City bow his head to her… It was nice. Her smile became somewhat more genuine now, though to assume she was actually happy would be a lie.

"It’s quite fine, child. It is my duty to serve the children of our Great Mother, after all. And your situation is hardly a trifle. We have all been through the same thing upon our arrival, after all. And since we’re in the same circumstances, the least we can do is to help each other out."

Her smile widened as the young man mentioned the church. It was easy, too easy. She hadn’t needed to offer that place of solitude to him at all, he’d suggested it himself!

And the hunger gnawed at her gut.

"You seek the church? I could guide you there, child. And you may stay there until you find your bearings. It is the least I could do, after all." Double inclined her own head, holding out her hands for a moment. “I am called Sister Double. Please, follow me."

They’d take the train. Time spent there would make it late in the evening when they finally reached the church, and if she could just convince him to spend the night…

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The church offered lodgings as well? Things certainly seemed to be looking up for the prince as they should be he thought, nodding and agreeing to request of being followed. Of course he paused briefly to introduce himself as "Prince Tettere" but under these circumstances informality on his part was perhaps required. He hardly felt like a prince in a foreign kingdom, without his people or his crown. Though if things he planned would go his way then perhaps that wouldn't be an issue after long. Regardless, he kept those after thoughts to himself until he was more concrete in them, following behind the nun whilst keeping a respectable distance.

Not entirely sure where they were heading, he took this brief lapse to take in his surroundings. Everything here was far more metal than he would have thought. He had seen his share of it in his own kingdom but nothing like this. Practically everything appeared to be made out of it. He had to pause briefly and touch a nearby street lamp curiously -- all of this was so foreign to him. A complete and utter culture shock. 

Then he saw it -- That station that wasn't far off from where they were now. 

❝Is that what we will be boarding?❞

The prince almost wanted to note that he would have preferred a noble steed of some sort but the ways of this kingdom were but a mystery wrapped in a riddle to him. He would have to go along with whatever was here and available. Even if it was some giant metal beast such as this. It wasn't going to swallow them whole, was it? Now that would be terrifying --

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❝This kingdom is so ill equipped for a castle to be built, does it not even have a local smith in which I can inquire about metals?❞ 

❝This is terribly distasteful if I am without even the basic foundation for a castle...❞ 

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♛a prince without his kingdom — {double

[servetheheart]

People always gave her space. Hands folded in front of her as she moved through the city streets, there always seemed to be a buffer around her that separated her from the rest of the crowds. Presumably, it was because no one wanted to chance bumping into a nun. Or maybe they were more insightful than she gave them credit for. Whatever the case, she enjoyed it, because Double certainly didn’t want to be brushing up against anyone without her consent.

But the crowds began to thin, leaving Double mostly alone. Thank the Trinity for that. She was still searching for that church everyone had told her about but never seemed to be able to give directions to. Aimless wandering with the intent of reuniting with her spiritual side, and maybe point the people of this city towards the true gods.

When someone tapped at her shoulder, she did not flinch, but her eyes shot open for a moment. Stupid, foolish. Distracting thoughts, not paying attention, dangerous. Must be more careful.

She turned, smiling at the man who’d startled her. “It is perfectly fine, child. I understand your frustration. This is Hive City, and you have been abducted here to take part in a social experiment. But surely you recall that was explained to you when you first arrived. Or were you not paying attention?”

A few moments of silence, still with that sickly-sweet smile on her face. “District Gamma would be in Sector oo3. But it seems your circumstances are doubly unlucky; Sector oo3 is the ‘ghetto,’ and the Districts are merely collections of cardboard boxes to stuff people into. That’s where you’ll be staying, unfortunately. Is that all you require?”

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A nun? The red prince was quick to apologize once more for his misconduct, inclining his head in a bow before he thought to question the woman before him on another aspect that this city may or may not had to offer. If there was a nun, then presumably, there would be a church! It wasn't much to go on but it was better than the lack of information or direction he had moments ago. Churches were helpful places, were they not? With saints, priests, nuns -- and the like.

Just as the one before him had been helpful, if he were able to come into contact with say a priest of some kind, he would undoubtedly be told what he wished to truly hear!

❝If you do not mind one more intrusion of your time...❞ 

❝I have to assume there is a church around if you are present. Where might I find it if I were to look?❞

Given his previous predicament before arriving in the city, the royal had a very good sense of navigation. At least if you asked him, that's what he would undoubtedly say. Just some simple directions would be enough and he would be on his merry way. Even in this unfortunate era, his valiant efforts would not go to waste. He doubted that the nun before him now would lie of his situation, so for the moment he believed that was his case -- if so, he would strive above it.

A commonly place as a cardboard box was absolutely the least suitable residence for a prince such as him! Ah yes, he was already turning ideas in his mind. If he were to be stuck in this kingdom for the long run, then he would make his situation more favorable right from the start. After a bit of guidance of course, then perhaps he could see about getting a castle of some kind built...or at least a tower. Maybe one filled with roses.

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dramaticalbooty replied to your post: 

It would be hard to find enough space for a castle in a crowded city…

heathazing replied to your post: 

….A castle? Those still exist?

❝Despite the unfavorable circumstances, my current residence and that of other unfortunate souls are simply cardboard boxes. I am certain there is enough room in the underground districts to construct a sizable castle.❞

❝I would even be so kind as to allow the common people live within the castle walls as a prince cannot allow such substandard living conditions even for peasants.❞