He was so fast, like a plane flying around the audience chamber. Mikhael enjoyed the feeling of child-like abandon. Various men in armor clanked as he came near them, and he saw arms reach towards him, but no one stopped him, yet. As he turned along one of the edges of the room, his arms extended from his sides, someone caught his hand, yanking him to a stop abruptly. He whipped his head around, a confused and slightly indignant expression on his face. Oh, it was the pretty purple lady, Violet? She was holding his hand. She whispered something to him about the waterfall, something whispered must be a secret, just for the two of them. Intrigued, Mikhael stepped slightly closer to the squire, to better hear what she said.
He scrunched his face at her words, contemplating her words, before turning back to her and saying brightly, "No thanks, I don't want to go to the waterfall right now." He turned his body away from her, slightly tugging at his hand still clasped firmly in hers. "I wanna run around! Run real fast!" Vainly, he tried to tug away from her grasp, the older, stronger figure easily holding him in place. "Come onnnn," he whined at her, "lemme goooo..."
Others came over to see them, Penelope from before and one of the shiny men in armor that had ferried him here. They said some things to which Mikhael didn't listen. He was too busy pouting and sulking, his hand still secured in Violet's hand. Then his hand was free, Violet was leaving, and Penelope was the only one left, smiling at him. He looked up at her, and then smiled as mischievously as he could before darting away, running around with reckless abandon. To his surprise, she followed him, keeping pace easily.
"No fair!" he sulked. "You don't have legs to hold you back." Instead of dwelling on that, he neared towards her, and said "Tag!" before hiding behind one of the other soldiers fully decked out in armor. The man next to the throne sputtered angrily, barking out "Lady Penelope, cease this at once! Stop that child!"
Mikhael didn't pay much attention to this, storing it in the back of his mind. He instead continued darting and dodging, laughing and giggling with Penelope as they ran around columns and around soldiers. She stopped him, and pointed to the angry yelling man and suggested he bring their fun to him. Mikhael drew his eyebrows together and up in an expression of fear and concern and whispered to her, "But what if the evil corruptor man orders to have me killed or taken care of?" This was punctuated by Picarr issuing another order to 'stop the child'.
His ears filled with the clanking of armor, and he noticed the knight nearest to him extending his arms to grab him. His mind filled with apprehension, seeing this tall, imposing figure partially covered in shadow attempting to reach him. Mikhael extended his hands away from him and wished and pulled and hoped something would stop the knight from grabbing him.
A noise like a gong filled his head and a ring of light appeared in his field of vision, narrowing to position itself on the knight's chestplate. The knight slowed, as though moving through molasses. Mikhael stepped back, and then turned and buried his face in Penelope's skirts, hardly paying attention to the lack of legs in his protector.