Dedicated Devotee | Roland & Ambrose
Roland greeted Ambrose with an exaggerated bow. He’d contemplated prostrating himself before him, before realizing that, perhaps, that might be a tad too far. (Not to Ambrose, himself, of course -- the man would not bat an eye from such a display, but Roland considered that the other onlookers might. As much as Roland loved to paint Horatio as utterly ridiculous, he knew that he could only go so far, before his behavior was considered suspicious).
“My Prince! It has been far too long since you’ve graced us with your presence. Valenmouth has been deprived of it’s prized jewel.”
Roland, as Horatio, had not encountered the prince since his return, but he had no way of knowing if he and Horatio had. However, he was certain that Ambrose would be too flattered to find any inconsistencies that might lie within them.
“It seems I am not the only one to have noticed,” He said, leaning in a bit closer, “It appears you’ve caused quite a stir amongst the ladies. See, your highness, how they giggle and blush in your company.”
Roland indicated a group of young girls who were giggling together, but he would bet that they had been laughing at Ambrose’s ridiculous dancing than contemplating his good look and charm, but he doubted Ambrose could tell the difference.