Prince Aurelius Titus Scorpio XII
Arto's eyes snapped up from the table at the sounds of the doors being opened, as his eyes fell on the emerging Princess, he noted the change of clothes, it suited her. Standing up, he greeted her in return, "It is fine, I don't mind waiting," he said motioning to one of the servers in the corner to start bringing in whatever they prepared.
Lowering himself back into the chair, he felt it was best to give a small compliment to try and transition and to move beyond what had happened earlier, "Those clothes suit you, and your hair is nice pulled back," he said honestly. Before her dress hadn't suit her personality.
His eyes shot back to the door as servers returned carrying large platters, and he had to fight the groan that had risen in his throat, as he had assumed, they had prepared far too much for two people. He could already see the large covered platter with the Clawed King, the large crustacean being two large for someone without a abyssal pit in their stomach to finish alone, plates piled high with various fruits, cooked meats, jars of imported wines and spirits and even small baked goods.
As they were placed on the table, Artos gave the servers a small nod trying hard to not make a remark about the cooks having overdone it, but he ended up failing, "I hope you are hungry because it seems the cooks are intent on making you plump before you leave," he added dryly.
Arto's eyes snapped up from the table at the sounds of the doors being opened, as his eyes fell on the emerging Princess, he noted the change of clothes, it suited her. Standing up, he greeted her in return, "It is fine, I don't mind waiting," he said motioning to one of the servers in the corner to start bringing in whatever they prepared.
Lowering himself back into the chair, he felt it was best to give a small compliment to try and transition and to move beyond what had happened earlier, "Those clothes suit you, and your hair is nice pulled back," he said honestly. Before her dress hadn't suit her personality.
His eyes shot back to the door as servers returned carrying large platters, and he had to fight the groan that had risen in his throat, as he had assumed, they had prepared far too much for two people. He could already see the large covered platter with the Clawed King, the large crustacean being two large for someone without a abyssal pit in their stomach to finish alone, plates piled high with various fruits, cooked meats, jars of imported wines and spirits and even small baked goods.
As they were placed on the table, Artos gave the servers a small nod trying hard to not make a remark about the cooks having overdone it, but he ended up failing, "I hope you are hungry because it seems the cooks are intent on making you plump before you leave," he added dryly.