Relos Zaiphar
Relos walked quietly down the halls of his quarters, heading towards his bedroom. Although his words to Viktor had been mostly exaggerated, he was tired, and he didn’t really feel like speeding through the compound, especially when it was a nice, cool day outside. It was a bit warmer indoors, but still.
He turned the corner, expecting the halls to be empty, but instead seeing not only Lilla, but also two of the emperor’s daughters. Yelping silently in surprise, the prince ducked back behind the corner. When it appeared that he hadn’t been seen, Relos scooted closer to the edge ad tried hear what was going on.
"No, ma'm, I am not." That was Lilla’s voice, for sure. "You're one of those prostitutes, aren't you? Those things Daddy hired." And that must be one of the princesses. Relos inwardly sighed, hoping that Lilla didn’ get offended easily. She didn’t seem like the type, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t. "Fleures are not harlots, miss."
"As if I care what you are. It's all the same thing. Don't you entertain? Go on, dance for me." Ok, so the princess was a bitch. Good to know for future consideration. "My client is the Prince of Zaiphar, miss. I am only to entertain him. Now, if you excuse me." It seemed that Lilla had finally gotten mad. Her earlier statements had been meek and docile, but just then, she had been quite the opposite. Relos smiled, and wished he could have seen Lilla, walking away while the princesses stared after her, eyes wide and surprised.
He waited for the noise of a door clicking shut, the sign that Lilla had returned to the room, before coming around the corner. The two princesses were still in the hall, chatting excitedly between them; no doubt about the girl that they had just tried to mess with. They both stopped, however, when they heard the padding of shoes directly behind them. They turned white-faced, only to then blush lightly when they saw the prince of Zaiphar walking down the hall, unconsciously smiling. The younger of the two was much shorter than him, and even though the other was taller, Relos still had to kneel down in front of the two to look at them eyelevel. "Why hello there ladies," he said happily. "I’m surprised to see you all the way out here, in my quarters. You weren’t looking for me, were you?”
Both of the girls simply shook their heads, to which Relos nodded. “All right then. But I do have a favour I wish to ask of you.” Again electing not to use words, the princesses just nodded and waited for him to ask it. “Would you please not bother my Fleure?” At this, the enchantment the two girls were under was broken. They both narrowed their eyes, and the older one said “Why should we? She’s just a prostitute.” Relos allowed his smile to falter, and said “She is not.”
“Well, what is she then?” Relos paused a moment to think, mainly for dramatic effect, and the two girls waited in anticipation for his answer. Finally, he just grinned and said “She’s a friend. A friend in this strange place where I have none.” For the second time in the course of an hour, both of the girls stared wide-eyed at the person they were talking to. Relos laughed lightly, and patted both girls on the head. “So please don’t upset her, ok? For me.” He stood and walked past them, heading for the door that Lilla had entered through just a few minutes ago. The princesses were blushing, neither capable of a coherent sentence.
Once he was in the room, Relos looked around and noticed that it looked mainly as he had left it this morning, but with the addition of a tray of food near the bed, and the lack of a sleeping Lilla in the bed. A few gentle sounds from the adjoining room told him that the girl was currently in her room, eating her food.
Deciding to change clothes first, Relos stripped off his damaged shirt and folded it up, then placed it in one of his cases. Noticing his wounds again, he spoke a simple spell and mended the cuts. He then reached into the same case and pulled out a simple grey shirt, with sleeves that went down to his elbows. It looked very plain, compared to other things that he had brought, but it was comfortable. Although it had the appearance of cotton or some other thicker cloth, it was finely made with silkier fabrics, which is why Relos liked it. That done, he then took off his sword and set it beside the dresser, leaning against the furniture like an umbrella would, and resolved to clean it later.
He grabbed his plate of food off of the cart, and padded over barefoot (he had removed his shoes at the door) to the door that separated his room from Lilla’s. He knocked on the door lightly, and waited for permission to enter the room.