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Elosie just stood there shaking, unsure what had happened. Her fear soon fades, as she hears the anguish of the princes soul. This rugs furled frame fades from view. Her heart turns, and melts as waves of sympathy washed through her. Compassion, like a mothers gentle touch, drew her to Trestons side. Suddenly this naked frame, lost in his openness, seemed quite apropos. "All things have there time, and place my child." Kneeling beside him now, she places the books down and comforts him, as they huddle.

Treston, broken, empty, is unable to find solace. His spirit lost its wings, having drug his mind, and body into dantes inferno. Twisted thoughts of vengance, anger, or contempt, devoid in existance, all meaningless human frailties to him now. He does not know it, but this for him is as close to rebirth, as one can get.

She starts to feel the ache growing in her legs and back. While still sympathic, sometimes discipline is also needed for a persons growth. Trying to rise and stand, she moans as she hits that pivital juncture. "ooooooooooooooaahhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Knees and back slightly bent, she begins working out the kinks. Looking down at him she raises her hand and gives Treston a firm slap on the back of the head. "This is no way for one such as yourself to act!" sternly stated.

Trestons eyes grew large, as his jaw dropped open. His face plumed a deep shade of red.
"I" ... "Well, I" "I never" "You, you hit me!" His angry appearance, his intense rage, his piercing glare, as he turned to her.
Elosie began to cry, she meant no disrespect, now she feels she has done it again, getting into trouble, this time surely, she will be cast out from the congregation, for her insubordination. Her lifes work, her dreams of a better life and peace, her reparation for the reigning families kindness, gone in one stupid act.
Treston however did something she did not expect, he consoled her, his face still red from his embarrassment.
Yes, he was angry, angry at himself, angry for the creul joke played upon him, mad that because of his personal pride and errogance he had lost the one true thing in his life, himself. "I'm sorry....ummm......" "What is your name?" "Elosie" she sniffled. "Well Elosie, I'm pleased to meet you." "I'm sorry I made you cry, I really didn't mean too." "I have had ... well let's just say, I've seen the error of my ways." "Now then, how may I help you Elosie?"
Elosie talked with the prince, and became very comfortable in his presence. They laughed and joked together. Treston picked up the books, and escorted his new friend to the library, approaching an intersection, he pointed to the door. He even offered her the books as a gift, but she felt too uncomfortable to take them from others that may want, or even need them at some later date.
"Thank you Treston, this has been" pausing as she smiles "an eye opening experience." giggling as she finished.
Treston was happy to have made a new friend. They hugged and quickly parted ways. As he walked down the hall he hoped she would not get lost again, and almost went back to escort her out, but kept heading to his room.
Elosie returned the books to the library shelves, and now felt as if the palace were a second home, and that she now has a brother she had always secretly wanted. On her way out she spotted 2 new books on local herbs, along with a few just for fun. Her leisurly stroll back to the Abbey was light, and peaceful as she daydreamed about the prince.


Inside his room Treston rings a bell, after not meeting a chambermaid in the hall. While he waited he gathers his clothes, and personal belongings.
Moments later assistance arrived, he stands there, watching her reaction to his body, it is not on his mind, but he's sure she thinks it is.
"I require being cleaned and groomed." yes she has heard that line before, but for once Treston means just that.
She runs off, but quickly returns, with an empty tub, waiting for others to bring the water.
"OH, if you wouldn't mind, a little something to eat." She started to run after food when she heard him say. "Please." and "Thank you." she stopped for a moment suprised. never does she remember any of the royals saying either please or thank you.
She turned to him, her face glowing as she smiled, then turned and ran after a nice snack for him.
By the time she returned, Treston was already soaking in the wash tub. She sat the tray of food down, and grabbed the sponges and lye soap.
As she scrubbed him, she didn't mind if anything happened, and she tries to encourage it.
He laughs, and gives her a wet hug. "Thank you my dear, but it's not needed." This one simple act of kindness, just made her want him more.
After he was cleaned, and dried, Treston grabbed the lye soap, placing it with his belongings.
He made her feel happy, as she brought the sliced meats and cheeses to him. "That's very nice of you." spoken in an earnest and genuine fashion.
For a moment she wasn't sure if he had more serious feelings for her, but she was glad for once to be appreciated. "You, can go I'll be fine, Thank you."
She smiled wide, and paused before she left. Treston started looking at his attire, noting how they all looked so similar, so, so, black.
Had he really blinded himself to the point he didn't even notice such an obivous thing as this?
Treston snacks on the meat and cheeses, occasionally rinsing his hands in the tub.
On his bed he seperates his clothes, money, and possessions.