Present Day

Constance noticed Brandon was acting fishy about the food given to them by Miss Abigail. Looking down at the bowl, she sniffed it and spun it around with the spoon. Glaring up at him, she gave him a upsetting look, "What do you think this nice woman is here to poison us? Come on, they might be putting on the act of being in another Era but they wouldn't kill us with salmonella bacteria. That's just bad reputation for them!" Taking the biggest scoop she could, she plopped it in her mouth and swallowed. A few seconds after really taking in the taste, she let her tongue drop form her mouth. "Bleck, She's a nice woman but needs to work on her cooking skills." Setting the bowel off to the side, she shook her head for him not to eat it. "I'm so hungry! I can really go for a hamburger right now." Looking off, she noticed Abigail has also left them half of a loaf.

"Oh lookie!" picking up the bread, she split it in two, giving it to Brandon. "I don't see any mold, plus it feels fresh." Taking a bite of the bread, her eyes rolled back. She was in bread heaven, but she didn't know if her dieing hunger had anything to do with the taste. "I would kill for some butter right now." The one thing she loved about traveling was sampling all the foods from around the world. No matter how fattening it was, she would be the first one to stuff her face it in within seconds. Savoring her only edible piece of food, she ate it slowly. Before finishing it, she looked at the bowel with the tasteless soup and dipped in a small part of her bread. Eating it, she smiled and nodded her head fast, "I think I found the solution!"

Taking the bread back from his hand, she ripped a piece off and dipped it in his soup. With one swift move, she stuffed the bread in his mouth. "Nom nom nom." she was acting weird, maybe it was the fact of having no internet connection for more then five hours or they lost their friend in a world unknown to them. Snapping out of it, she sat on her bed and crossed her legs again. "Okay enough of this, what if he's dead or something! Who knows that these people are capable of. Let's say tomorrow does come, then where do we start? How do you even think he got into that castle and if he did.. Samuel wouldn't do this to us, just leaving us to the dirt. I really think he is in trouble, more then that time in Greece!" Sighing, she felt scared plus with the no reception, they had no way of contacting him. "What if he had returned back to the cottage, the one down the road?"

Brandon

"What do you think this nice woman is here to poison us? Come on, they might be putting on the act of being in another Era but they wouldn't kill us with salmonella bacteria. That's just bad reputation for them!" Brandon didn't care what Constance said he wasn't putting this stuff anywhere near his mouth until she tried it first. He watched her intensively as she picked up her spoon and ate from the bowl. As her face twisted with a look of disgust Brandon bursted out laughing, he knew he had made the right choice not eating the soup. "Bleck, She's a nice woman but needs to work on her cooking skills." Brandon chuckled while nodding as he set his bowl of untouched soup aside, he would be skipping dinner tonight.

As Constance noticed the loaf of bread left from them she broke it in two and gave him his portion. He again waited for her to eat first and after she took her bite he started eating his piece of the bread. People here may not know anything about making soup but when it came to their breads he had never tasted anything better. Part of him wished Miss Abigail had forgotten all about her soup and just giving them a bunch of bread. While Constance was right about how much better the bread would be with some butter he wasn't about to complain. He was in the middle of enjoying his food when Constance took the bread back from him, "Aww!" Without warning she ripped off a piece from the bread and dunked it in the soup before jamming it into his mouth, "Nom nom nom." Brandon chewed slowly before finally swallowing "Not to bad," he said was he started eating what was left of his bread with the soup.

"Okay enough of this, what if he's dead or something! Who knows that these people are capable of. Let's say tomorrow does come, then where do we start? How do you even think he got into that castle and if he did.. Samuel wouldn't do this to us, just leaving us to the dirt. I really think he is in trouble, more then that time in Greece!" Brandon just stared at Constance with a blank expression on his face as he finished what was left of the bed. The girl was in the middle of a melt down. "What if he had returned back to the cottage, the one down the road?" Brandon shrugged "Well if he just went back without saying anything to us he is the biggest dick in the world and I'll kick his ass next time we see him." Placing the bowl aside he looked back at Constance "Look, in all honesty I have no idea what's gonna happen tomorrow. All I know is that we have both had a long day and we need to sleep. Hopefully where ever Samuel is he is safe and has one hell of a good explanation for his disappearance." Getting comfortable in his bed for the night he glanced over at Constance "Get some rest. Well discuss plans in the morning," he said turning over and closing his eyes as he prepared for a well deserved sleep.

Constance just sat back and listen to Brandon's explanation. Agreeing with everything he said, she nodded and sat her half empty bowel to the side. Sitting there for a while, just going over her thoughts she yawned and rubbed her eyes. Getting up, she walked over to the candle that dimly lit the room and blew it out with one breathe. Hopping over to her vacant bed, she flopped down face first. Lifting her head up, she took in a deep breathe and rolled onto her back. Staring at the ceiling for a while, she couldn't fall asleep. Her eyes followed the cracks before finding there way to the wallpaper, then getting lost in the man-made maze shortly after. Yawning once more, she sat up and went to her bag, setting it down at her feet. Unzipping it, she looked for something to entertain herself. Looking to the side, she wondered if Brandon had fallen asleep. To her surprise, he was snoring like a hound dog.

Laughing a bit, she dug her hand at the bottom of the bag and pulled out her notebook and a pencil. Squinting at the lines, she wrote down a few ideas, played a game of ticktacktoe by herself, and thought up a list of perfect words to use in a game of hangman. Closing her notebook, she smiled with high hopes of finding Samuel in good health. Wherever he is, she was sure he was safe, unless he was in a slaughterhouse.. then that's bad. Putting that aside, she slipped everything back in her bag and was bored again. Her eyes were glued open but her body was telling her to go to sleep. Now she just started to get mad, blaming Samuel for all this madness and she couldn't take it. Few minutes later, she was calmed and relax, humming soft 'it's okay' to herself. Pinning her hair back into a bun, she turned on her side to face Brandon and closed her eyes. Eventually she fell asleep, with little to no rest the next morning.

Loretta

Loretta woke early in the morning, before light spewed through the windows. She didn't like it but she woke up her maiden and had her put up her hair and dress her in a yellow gown, with a tight corset, cap sleeves and flowing skirt. The dress had a beautiful black floral print embroidered on it. With her she took a hooded, black cloak in a woven basket. Once she sat down for breakfast she ate quickly then while no one was looking sneaked bread, grapes and cheese into her basket. Then she went down to the cellar where she put on her cloak. In the cellar there was a hidden door that could be opened to lead you into one of the cells at the very far end of the dungeon that had a broken door. After wiping away many cob webs she found the door and made sure to leave a rock between it so it would not close on her. Once through she found herself in the dimly lit cell. The dungeon was a very long hall and with only one prisoner in it the guards only came down on the hour. She ventured out until she found his cell, in the middle of the row. There he sat awake.

"I've brought you some breakfast, but only if you'll tell me why you've come here."

Constance yawned and was woken up by a light streams coming from the holes of the tattered curtains. Sitting up, she found this the best opportunity to change while Brandon was asleep. Slowing getting up, she went to the end of her bed and pulled out a the clothes she had on earlier, high-waisted jeans, a sleeveless t and Brandon's sweater. Rubbing her eyes, she looked up to hear Miss. Abigale knock on the door. Tiptoeing over there, she slightly opened the door to see her with bread, cheese, and a few selects of fruits on the tray. Smiling, she bowed her head, and without another word spoken, she took it and mouthed the words thank you. Closing the door, she walked back to her bed and sat down the tray. Looking at Brandon, she slide to him and tapped his head, "Time to wake up, Abby brought some food for us. It looks good, just some cheeses, fruit and bread." Walking to the tray, she separated the fruit to being equally distributed to the both of them (but giving herself the better fruit). Taking a bite, she smiled at the juiciness of the fruit.

After eating most of it, she sat down to check her phone for the time. Her eyes widen at the text she received from Samuel, unsure if it was the fact that she even received one or that Samuel was stuck in a dungeon! She felt bad that she hadn't notice the text until the morning, a good 8 or 9 hours he must have been in there. Then she started to freak out and 1000s of questions popped in her mind, what if he was dead!? What could Samuel have done to get in a dungeon. Putting that aside, she looked in the corner of her phone to see one single bar. Happy she instantly replied back, but with little seconds a notification came back there was no service. Looking back up, she realized the bar was gone and the words 'No Service' mocked her. She was determined, Constance stood on her bed to get the highest spot in the room, no success so she ran outside. One measly bar appeared, and she sent the message that was in her drafts.

"Where are you!?! Dungeon?! We been looking for you forever, are you in the castle? Are you okay?"

Demetrius slept, but fitfully. There was light streaming through his window when he decided to give up. He rose from his bed sleepily and remained half-aware as hands prepared him for the day. He floated out his door and sought out Sebastian, finding him not too far from the throne room.

"Sebastian!" he called. "Have you found Samuel's companions yet?"

The old guard sighed. "No," he said wearily, "not yet." Metri nodded solemnly.

"Where haven't you checked?" he asked. "I'd like to have a look myself."

"The closer you get to the gates, the less likely we've checked." Metri nodded again, and he took off for the town. Already, the people were bustling about and beginning their day. Not many noticed him, and he preferred it that way. He had almost gotten to the town gates when he saw a flash of bright red. His head whipped to follow it, and standing in the street was a strangely dressed, redheaded woman. She was holding up a strange box similar to the one Samuel had. One of the companions.

"You!" Metri shouted to her, sprinting her way. "I need to talk to you!"

Constance laughed a bit and looked down at her stomach, it seemed to not have been satisfied by the snack this morning. She checked her phone sighed in relief when the was text sent on it's way, crossing her fingers that it got to him. Slipping the phone back in her pocket, she ignored the calls out to her, thinking it wasn't even toward her. Looking, she noticed someone coming up to her, so she turned around to see if there was anyone behind her. Turning back, she pointed to herself, seeing if he was talking to her. Looking at his clothing, it seemed more expensive then the rest of the towns people. Miss. Abigale peaked out the window, and was surprised by the sudden visit from the Prince himself.

She stepped out and bowed to him, "Oh Prince Demetrius, how are you this find morning? Anything seem to be the problem?" She smiled and assumed it was for the strange girl that she took into her own home. Constance tilted her head toward him. A prince? They even worship people, this place is amazing. It came to her mind that this man might be able to tell her were Samuel is. Bowing herself, she asked him, "I don't mean to bother you, but I was wondering if you knew where a friend of mine was. He's tall, has a bit of scruff, dark brown hair and blueish eyes.. He said there was a-" She looked at Abigale, she was trying to cut Constance off for being rude to the prince. Laughing a bit, she apologized.

Keeping her hand on her pocket, she waited for it to vibrate with a text from Samuel. Her only lead was the man that stood in front of her and she wasn't going to lose it. "I don't want to be rude, I just need to know where my friend is.. If you don't wish for us to be here, then we have to find him and be on our merry ways." The first thing she was going to do when she saw Samuel was punch him really hard, this was a world they couldn't even comprehend, let alone being accepted in it. But if Sam was stuck in a place that he needed help, then that wasn't all his fault.. unless he did something that he deserved to be imprisoned, then she would just leave him in there to learn a lesson. She just needed to know.

Brandon

Feeling someone tapping on his head Brandon made muffled groans as he did his best to ignore it and stay asleep, "Time to wake up, Abby brought some food for us. It looks good, just some cheeses, fruit and bread." Hearing the mention of food he suddenly perked up as his stomach began to growl almost instantly. While Constance separated the food Brandon got up out of his bed and put on a fresh pair of clothes, it felt weird putting on fresh clothes without bathing first but he didn't like re-wearing dirty clothes.

Taking the food Constance had left for him off the tray he sat back on his bed watching her as she messed with her phone. Brandon had official given up on his and he didn't see the point of trying anymore, there just wasn't service in this place. Brandon wasn't aware with what was going on as he was far to involved in his breakfast to notice get up and leave. Abby's breakfast was far better than the dinner she had provided them with last night. Devouring the meal wants his food was gone he had finally noticed Constance was gone. Did I really just lose her too he though to himself as he went to search the house.

He saw some that there was some action taking place outside of the house as Constance, Abigail and some new guy all stood outside. "I don't want to be rude, I just need to know where my friend is.. If you don't wish for us to be here, then we have to find him and be on our merry ways," walking in from behind Constance he stood there trying to get caught up. Tapping her shoulder he asked "Does this dude know where to find Samuel?"

Daenerys

"Daenerys. My lady it is time to wake up your breakfast is waiting" a muffled moan could be heard coming from the princess. She could hear Amelia laughing as she started to gently shake the princess awake, it was the same thing with Danereys every morning. Before long Amelia managed to awake the formally sleeping beauty and nudge her in the direction of the bathroom.
Bathing her, then dressing her and finally brushing her natural soft waves once dressed she headed downstairs to where her breakfast awaked her.

"Oh Prince Demetrius," the old woman said, bowing to him, "how are you this fine morning?"

"Very well, ma'am, thank you," Metri replied dismissively, but the woman continued.

"Anything seem to be the problem?" she asked with a smile. The redhead seemed to catch on and bowed to him as well.

"I don't mean to bother you, but I was wondering if you knew where a friend of mine was," she said. Metri was about to say that yes, he suspected he did know where her friend was when she kept going. "He's tall, has a bit of scruff, dark brown hair, and blueish eyes..." Metri opened his mouth to reply, but the woman continued again, "He said there was a-" At this point, she looked back at the old woman, who was trying to cut her off and looking apologetically at the prince.

She laughed sheepishly and apologized. Metri saw a possible opening, and tried to take it. "I-" he started, only to be cut off again.


"I don't want to be rude," she said, "I just need to know where my friend is... If you don't wish for us to be here, then we have to find him and be on our merry ways." A man, dressed similarly to the redheaded woman, appeared behind her and tapped her shoulder.

"Does this dude know where to find Samuel?" he asked her. Metri knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. Dude? What the hell was that?

"Well, if your asking, I know where to find your Samuel," Metri answered. "If you'll come with me to the castle, I'll show you."

Constance's face brighten up and almost hopped with excitement. Turning to Brandon she smiled and nodded in respond. There were no other options for the two of them and it seemed like this man was trust worthy. Smiling she bowed again, "Thank you so much! We will just get our stuff and come back to you." Grabbing Brandon by the wrist, she pulled him inside to the room. "We don't know this guy, but if Abigale seems to trust him then we should do the same." Putting her camera around her neck, she grabbed her bag and slipped the strap onto her shoulder. Taking a deep breathe she stood there to collect her thoughts.

Abigale smiled as she continued with the Prince, the future heir to the throne. "Why have you come out here to collect them? They must be quite important if you did it with your own flesh and bones." Everyone in town knew about Demetrius's reputation, letting others do most of his work but then again he was higher and could sentence anyone to death or imprisonment for life in one snap. Keeping quiet until they came out to meet up with the Prince. Constance walked to him and adjusted her strap to make it more comfortable. Before, she checked her phone on last time to see no response from Samuel.

Finding it kind of fishy, she slipped the phone back in and glared at Demetrius. "I have one question before you lead us away, if you for sure know where my friend is, then tell me his location. He said he's stuck in a dungeon, does that mean he did something wrong or are you keeping a innocent man behind bars because of your arrogance and curiosity?" Samuel would fit right into that category but it's better to know each side of the story if he actually is stuck. "I'm not here to play around, I'm just here to get my friend back." She didn't break eye contact with the prince, she watched his every single move.

Loretta

Loretta's face dropped when Samuel said he did not want food. Her plan had failed her to get information from him. Which was all she wanted. She decided to stay there and wait, not wanting to let that be it. Her feet grew tired of waiting but she kept her eyes constantly on him. Finally he did speak. "I've come here on a trip with my two friends. We're back-packing across Europe. I took a year off of college for it." Again he face dropped. Loretta slid the bread, cheese and grapes on a plate under the cell door toward him, giving up and completely unsatisfied with the answer. 3"I do not understand what it is you're talking about. What is College and Europe and backpacking? Am I going to get any real answers from you? Or shall you go on with this strangeness?" she asked starting to get absolutely aggravated. Who did he think he was? Going on about all these things? "You came from beyond the wall. But there's nothing out there." she said more to herself then to him.

"Well, if your asking, I know where to find your Samuel. If you'll come with me to the castle, I'll show you." Brandon nodded as Constance bowed and thanked the man. "And you were worried that we'd never find Samuel," Brandon said looking at Constance. Grabbing him by his wrist he was dragged from outside back into the house. "We don't know this guy, but if Abigale seems to trust him then we should do the same." Brandon nodded as he packed up his things, "This is the best lead we've gotten on Samuel so far so if you think we can trust him am all for it."

Following Constance he stood by her side as he waited for them to start heading to the castle. "I have one question before you lead us away, if you for sure know where my friend is, then tell me his location. He said he's stuck in a dungeon, does that mean he did something wrong or are you keeping a innocent man behind bars because of your arrogance and curiosity?" Brandon just stood there staring at Constance she had gone from trusting to suspicious all within a matter of a seconds.

"Okay so I see that your kind of in the moment here but um I just have a couple of questions. One where in the hell did that all come from. Two when did Samuel tell you he was in a dudgeon. Three isn't so much a question but if your gonna ask him to prove that he knows where Samuel is you probably shouldn't have said he was in the dudgeon. And lastly stop being so crazy before you get us throw in the dudgeon too!" Brandon paused for a moment as he realized that there was actually a dudgeon in this place. Where the hell were they. As Constance stared the prince down Brandon just stood there hoping he wouldn't be the next one siting in a cell.

Constance broke the stare from Demetrius to look at Brandon, "Okay, One: I plan to get all the information out as possible, so if that means to do this then that is what I am doing. I guess I can act nicer. Two: I got a text from Sam saying he was in a dungeon, I must have picked up some signal while I was asleep. Three: The point I said so, because if you wanted someone to follow you.. you wouldn't tell him that their friend is in a dungeon.. it's just stupid. Proving to him that I know where he is, then gives him the opportunity to not lie to us in the future. and Four, I agree and should stop while I'm ahead.. sorry." She bowed down to Demetrius and apologized once more. "I just didn't get much sleep, and worry about my friends. If you would be kind, could you show us to him?" trying to erase her bad attitude from earlier, she smiled and tried to be warm. "Prince Demetrius."

Abigale tipped her head again and held her finger up to wait just a moment. She walked inside but came out just a few seconds later. "I wanted to give you two this, don't open it until you return home. If you don't mind Prince, I will go on back into my house and start my day." Without another word, she handed Brandon and Constance the sacks and walked back inside. Constance looked at the bag, and felt around, but kept the promise Abigale wanted and didn't open it. Slipping it in her bag, she looked at the Prince, "She's a very nice woman, if you don't mind.. do something for her." Constance caught on with Abigale's past, but didn't mention anything about it. She kept quiet seeing she had cut of the Prince many times before and didn't want to upset him. Peaking from the side of her eye, she watched Brandon and felt bad that she almost got them both in trouble..

The redhead grabbed the man by the wrist and pulled him into the little home. The old woman took the opportunity to talk to Demetrius alone.

Smiling, she asked, "Why have you come out here to collect them? They must be quite important if you did it with your own flesh and bones."

"Truly, what have I to do that is better than this?" Metri countered. "I am curious about these strangers." He made a mental note to stop shirking so many of his responsibilities, but he knew he'd ignore it anyway. His reply seemed to satisfy the old woman, though, and the redhead and her friend reappeared quietly. She checked the strange box again, frowning as she did so. Her eyes met his, and she held the contact in a glare.

"I have one question before you lead us away," she said. "If you for sure know where my friend is, then tell me his location. He said he's stuck in a dungeon, does that mean he did something wrong or are you keeping a innocent man behind bars because of your arrogance and curiosity?" Just when Metri thought she had finished, she continued, "I'm not here to play around, I'm just here to get my friend back." There were a few seconds of silence that Metri spent trying to figure out if she was really done talking this time.

Deciding that she was, he answered her, "If you'll follow me, I'd rather discuss this in private. Or at least the comfort of the castle." He heard the man start talking, but he was no longer listening. He didn't know how long they stood there, the redhead's eyes boring into him, and their words boring him nearly to tears. He only snapped to attention when he heard his name being said sweetly.

The old woman gave the other two gifts, and requested something of him. Because he didn't know what she said, he just smiled and nodded.

"She's a very nice woman, if you don't mind.. do something for her," the redhead requested. Metri nodded.

"Yes, yes," he said. "That's all very well, but if you're done talking now, follow me to the castle. We can sort out your Samuel." He turned on his heel and started toward the castle, not bothering to check if the other two were following or not.

Constance fixed herself and nodded, following close to Demetrius from behind. Realizing he seemed kind of spaced, she presumed he lost interested in their babbling and just lost track of their stranded conversations. She looked around and notice more detail then when they were in dusk, it made her smile. Not the time to take photos, she just kept walking with one purpose in mind. Finding Samuel. Turning to Brandon she smiled, and then looked at her phone to see if Samuel replied. Not yet, she just sighed and assumed there wasn't much reception down in a dungeon, which puzzled her how she got the text in the first place. When they slowly began to approach the the castle, guards bowed their heads toward the Prince in respect and gratitude. They seemed well dressed and armed, so making a move would just be the death of both her and Brandon, they were probably trained well.

Passing that point, she admired the amazing structure the castle was built in, walls and walls just kept going. The castle had unbelievable detail that seemed only achievable with practice, patients, and precision. That was only the outside, it was the inside that she was really looking forward to. Once they made their dues, the walked in with no trouble but every guard was keeping a eye on both her and Brandon. She didn't care, because her full attention was on the inside, dazed by it's beauty. Everything was perfect, shining, soothe, and very expensive. Her googly eyes couldn't break from the inside of the hall. She had to keep note, knowing she might not get a chance to see the rest of this castle. After a while, she looked back down to see she had stranded away from the group quite a bit. Laughing, she skipped back with great hopes of seeing her friend Samuel, but this time it was the Prince's move.

Following the prince as he lead them to the castle Brandon took in all the sights of the town. This place was so magnificent he had never seen anything like before. As they approached the castle he was taken back by the marvelous architecture this place just got better and better. Walking pass the castle guards they all bowed their heads in respect of their prince. Entering the castle Brandon couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable from all of the guards glaring at him and Constance. He got they there were just doing their jobs but it didn't make it any less creepy.

The inside of the castle was just as outstanding as the outside. Everything was created with such detail and looked so extravagant. He took in all the luxurious artwork that was plastered on the castle walls. "So, where is Samuel? When can we see him?" he asked the prince wondering where Samuel was.

Metri ignored the two all the way to the throne room. He knew they were behind him, however, by the shifty looks the guards were fixing behind him. He pushed the doors open with the same dramatic flare as he had the day before, but this time a pair of guards caught them to hold them open for the strangers behind their prince. He turned toward the aforementioned strangers and was immediately assaulted by another question.

"So, where is Samuel? When can we see him?" the man asked.

This time, Metri decided to answer their questions. "He is in the dungeon," he said simply. "You can see him shortly. Honestly, he'll probably be released by luncheon. My temper has cooled considerably since his imprisonment," he admitted. He walked backwards to his throne and threw himself down, waiting for the barrage of questions he knew was coming.

Daenerys

Daenereys had just finished eating her breakfast when she noticed so unusual activity going on. The guards appeared to be scrambling around and preparation for something or someone but she didn't know who or what that was. Looking at Amelia she asked "What's going on?", Amelia shrugged "I don't know my lady. Would you like me to try and find out for you." Amelia shook her head "No. I shall find out for myself," she said getting up from her seat at the table.

Walking through the castle until she found Sebastian "What's going on Sebastian?" she asked the head guard knowing that if anyone knew why the guards were so active he would. "Your brother is said to be coming back with your prisoner's friends. The guards and myself are just awaiting his arrival." Just then one of the guards came up and whispered into Sebastian ear the two shared a glance and a nod before Sebastian returned his gaze to the princess "It seems your brother has arrived. After you my lady." Daenerys nodded as she already knew where her brother would be she walked to the throne room.

Constance stared down at the Prince with an annoyed look, as she crossed her arm with a raise brow. For the most part, she kept quiet, knowing Demetrius would just love the attention. After around the few minutes of silence she broke, "Then how about getting off your ass, and retrieving him from of the dungeon. I mean you obviously don't want us here then why keep dragging out our visit. Also could you please cut the act, I mean come on! Is this all a game to you, who even has dungeons anymore!? Really!" She paced back and forth, getting angrier as the day grew longer. Stopping she released her arms and places them on her hip, "What did he even do, insult your clothes? He wouldn't even harm a fly, let along do something illegal. Really, enlighten me."

In the corner of her eye, she saw another person enter the room. Turning her head, her eyes focused and was amazed once more. It was the most menial moment but her mouth dropped at the sight. Smiling a bit, apart from still being angry at the Prince, she saw the dress that flowed off of Daenerys's body. The details were just perfect, eye popping. Aside from Constance being a bit of a tom-boy, she loved old fashion and the way everything was crafted. To not seem strange, she just looked away and faced the prince. Moving the hair out of her face, she wasn't satisfied with the time they had to wait to see their friend. "I don't care to see him a nice order, once he's released that it. Take me and Brandon over to him, if you don't mind that is.. Prince Demetrius"

The redhead glared at him and crossed her arms. "Then how about getting off your ass, and retrieving him from of the dungeon. I mean you obviously don't want us here then why keep dragging out our visit. Also could you please cut the act, I mean come on! Is this all a game to you, who even has dungeons anymore!? Really! What did he even do, insult your clothes? He wouldn't even harm a fly, let along do something illegal. Really, enlighten me." she spat. Metri was surprised to say the least: no one spoke to him that way. Ever. That Samuel had been disrespectful, but she blew far past that.

"Well, we have a dungeon," he said, faking a bored tone, "and if you are looking to get thrown in it, I suggest you continue." He didn't stand up, as that would be following her orders. Instead, he settled in more comfortably. "If you must know, he did something remarkably similar to what you are doing right now. He told me I could not throw him in the dungeon, so I proved him wrong." Just as Metri was about to continue, his sister Dany glided into the room. He smiled. "Good morning," he greeted.

The redhead continued, "I don't care to see him a nice order, once he's released that it. Take me and Brandon over to him, if you don't mind that is... Prince Demetrius." The prince scoffed.

"Isn't it a little late to be nice to me?" he asked.

"Then how about getting off your ass, and retrieving him from of the dungeon. I mean you obviously don't want us here then why keep dragging out our visit. Also could you please cut the act, I mean come on! Is this all a game to you, who even has dungeons anymore!? Really!" Brandon eyes widened as Constance once again started talking to the prince as if he was just some random commoner. He wasn't sure if her goal in all of this was to get Samuel out or them throw in. He wasn't a hundred percent sure how she felt about being thrown in a dudgeon but going into a dudgeon meant going to prison and he didn't like the idea of prison. "Constance would you mind doing me this favor of shutting the hell up. I don't know about you but my goal here is to get Samuel out of his cell not to make us all bunkmates in it!"

Constance temper was starting to piss him off now. After getting so close to finally finding and getting Samuel out she was about to ruin everything. He watched her as she paced around while he just short his head in annoyance, "What did he even do, insult your clothes? He wouldn't even harm a fly, let along do something illegal. Really, enlighten me." At this point there was no railing the girl in and Brandon was starting to consider just acting the Prince for the most roomiest cell they had in the castle as it seemed he was going to be spending quite some time there at this rate. As the princess entered the room Brandon couldn't help but smile, this day was starting to look up after all.

Daenerys entered the room to see two strangers that were dressed fairly similar to Samuel and her brother seated at his throne. "Good morning," he brother greeted from afar and nodding in return see smiled "Morning Metri." She could see the strange boy looking at her out of the corner of her eye, "Yes ?," she said shifting her gaze towards him. "Oh sorry, its just ... your hot ..... like really hot," Daenerys looked at him with confusion written all over her face "Actually am quite cool." Brandon realized that she didn't really understand what he had meant so he rephrased his words "What I mean is your really pretty ... beautiful actually." Chuckling Daenerys smiled "Well I see someone is trying to escape the dudgeon. Lucky for you flattery can get you everywhere," she said turning from the young man and walking up to her throne were she sat.

"I don't care to see him a nice order, once he's released that it. Take me and Brandon over to him, if you don't mind that is.. Prince Demetrius", the redheaded one spoke and Daenerys could help but laugh. This one had spunk. "Well she's demanding one," Daenerys said talking to her brother while looking at the girl. She could hear her brother scoffed before saying "Isn't it a little late to be nice to me?" It was obvious these two hadn't made the best first impressions on one other. "Sebastian, go down to the dudgeon and retrieve the prisoner" she ordered, the head guard nodding did as was told and left the room to go and get Samuel. "Your friend shall be up shortly. Be patient!" she said looking at the redhead when she used the word patient.

Constance let out a short sigh and noticed her mistakes. She grabbed her right arm, and just rocked back and forth on her heels, thinking of the way to say she's sorry. Looking at Brandon, she felt bad if it was her fault anything had happened. Giving him a smile, she faced the royals with a bow. "I understand it is a bit late for apologies, but I still would like to say I'm sorry. I trust you, plus you are the ones with our friend's fate in your hands. Forgive me." she bowed her head again, but further down.

Picking it up, she met with their eyes, feeling sorry for everything she could have said to offend them. "If there is anything I can do, I will be more then happy." Turning her head to Brandon, she looked to see if what she did was right or satisfying to him. In hopes of better approach, she wished to see more of the castle but was unsure if she would get the privilege. WHy not just ask them herself, "I was wondering.. maybe if you would let us. If we can take a little tour around the castle after everything is settled?"