The halls seem so empty now. Even with some strangers sleeping and rowdily making noise down the hall… it feels… empty. There are plenty of those whom he would want to visit, of course, but also, has he even earned the right to visit them? Of course you haven’t. There are far bigger stakes at play for you to go about gallivanting like some penniless seventh son. “Shut up. I don’t care.” Of course you care. I’m sure there’s one even where you’d like not there to be one.
Walking down towards the Great Hall some merriment erupts through the aged corridors, but that is not the fill I need… I need someone.
Slowly he tip toes his way around the entrance to the great hall, and off to a narrow passage way. His guardsman Toby stands watch towards the entrance of a small secretive dinning quarter.
“M-m’lord, a Prince waits for you within,” he stammers.
“Oh? Who indeed have you allowed into this place?”
“M’lord I know not, but they call themselves uh Prince, they do.”
“Very well… open the door my fellow, and see who is my evening meal guest…”
Upon opening the door it is revealed that there is only one guest and a handful of servants within the chamber. @fruityprinceling sits in waiting.
“Oh dear.” I whisper under my breath.
“Good evening my Prince! How doth the night treat you Arsène?” A slight crimson washing over the Baron’s cheeks as he smiles an all too friendly smile. Not that of a host but something more tantalizing.
