Prince Aurelius Titus Scorpio XII
Arto's fingers tapped against the wood table, the sound echoing throughout the small room. He had decided against any large, overly decorated dinners, much to his advisers chagrin, as he did not think the Princess would appreciate it, and more than that, he didn't want to bother arranging something like that. So, the main dinning room went unused in favor of the much smaller one reserved for members of the Scorpio family, as he was the only member of that family, he often found himself eating alone or with the occasional adviser like Gregor.
He wasn't sure what would be served tonight, if he had to guess, they would likely serve a Clawed King, since it was a delicacy of Sapal as well as other more exotics foods from other nations as a means of displaying wealth and care for their guest. Artos could already imagine all the food that would likely go to waste since he really doubt he or the princess could eat all of whatever they prepared. Artos leaned his head back, pondering it, before waving over one of the servers, overly dressed and waiting for a signal, "After the meal, tell the others they are free to take whatever is left over home with them," he said and cut the women off before she could deny on the grounds it would be 'inappropriate', "I would rather not have all the food tossed out in the streets as hungry as the stray cats undoubtedly are."
The server gave a small bow before backing away to her corner as Artos lowered his dark eyes to the equally dark wood table, running his thumb nail across the surface. It was an extremely old table, hand carved from a single great oak making it seamless. It was also immensely heavy as Artos learned when he had tried to help move it into place earlier. He traced the grains that ran along the table as he awaited his 'guest' for the night.
Arto's fingers tapped against the wood table, the sound echoing throughout the small room. He had decided against any large, overly decorated dinners, much to his advisers chagrin, as he did not think the Princess would appreciate it, and more than that, he didn't want to bother arranging something like that. So, the main dinning room went unused in favor of the much smaller one reserved for members of the Scorpio family, as he was the only member of that family, he often found himself eating alone or with the occasional adviser like Gregor.
He wasn't sure what would be served tonight, if he had to guess, they would likely serve a Clawed King, since it was a delicacy of Sapal as well as other more exotics foods from other nations as a means of displaying wealth and care for their guest. Artos could already imagine all the food that would likely go to waste since he really doubt he or the princess could eat all of whatever they prepared. Artos leaned his head back, pondering it, before waving over one of the servers, overly dressed and waiting for a signal, "After the meal, tell the others they are free to take whatever is left over home with them," he said and cut the women off before she could deny on the grounds it would be 'inappropriate', "I would rather not have all the food tossed out in the streets as hungry as the stray cats undoubtedly are."
The server gave a small bow before backing away to her corner as Artos lowered his dark eyes to the equally dark wood table, running his thumb nail across the surface. It was an extremely old table, hand carved from a single great oak making it seamless. It was also immensely heavy as Artos learned when he had tried to help move it into place earlier. He traced the grains that ran along the table as he awaited his 'guest' for the night.