Lidia
Lidia swiftly made her way down the kitchen, taking strict measures to keep away from her family. She wasn't in the mood to deal with them. The cold tile on her feet only made her wan to get down to the kitchen faster. Lidia jumped down the stairs quietly, smiling and waking at any passing slave.

Riften
The slightly flustered elf slowed as well, a little winded from jogging. He glanced up at the tall blonde and let out a tiny smile. riften was in awe of how the soft daylight hit him, making his already golden hair glow in an angelic way. The elf cleared his throat and looked away, trying to drag his attention away from Amias.
Riften continued to chew on his cheek, focusing on the pain, not his thoughts on the matter. A solemn blanket seemed to drape itself over the brunette. But... His thoughts where inevitable, they fought themselves into his train of thought. Poisoning his brain with strife.
"I know.", He finally spoke. "And... And I hate to see you in such a-", Riften took a breath, trying to steady himself. "I hate to see you in such a state. It- it hurts me." The elf had slowed to a stop and he was staring up at Amias by now, his gaze a little shakey. I can barely last without you for a few months; if you die though, I wouldn't know what to do..., He thought, still frozen, staring up at the only person he trusted in the continent.

Amias suddenly realized he wasn't helping either of their situations with all this depressing talk, so he shook his head and cleared the negative space that was his mind. He wasn't going to drag Riften down with him, not like this. Besides, he wanted the poor elf to get a break from everything.
The Alluri very slowly, slow enough so Riften could see and register, put a hand on his shoulder as he stopped walking. He tried to give a warm smile, and clear his gloomy attitude and words. He knew he had to be slow with Riften, because for all the elf knew, Amias was going to slap, punch, drag, or smack him. He was the same way, quick movements startled him, except he had a fight response versus a flight response.
"I'm strong, and so are you. You and me will survive this together, okay? For now, let's just relax while we can. You deserve a break, and I hate seeing you sad. You smile is too pretty to be hidden for so long." He was genuinely smiling down at the elf now, trying to be as soothing as possible.

Emrys rubbed her head and nervously laughed, her cheeks still a little rosy from her embarrassment.
"Don't worry about me, your highness. I'm just clumsy." She noticed he came a little closer, instinctively stepping back. If you really did get close enough, you could see how feminine she really was. Averill had already thought of her reaction as girly, she didn't want him getting any more hints that she was foolishly giving away.
"Forgive me for dropping the tray cover, I promise I'll be more careful in this space." She dipped her head in a slight bow.

Assuming that he was still, at the very least making the custom collar uneasy he sat back down. " You didn't damage anything so it's fine, avoid doing the same with the items belonging to this room however ..." He smirk slightly, of course he wasn't planing on hurting the young slave or anything like that but Averill alwais was a bit of a prankster and his brother was looking for new subjects to dress up. " Unless you want to be forced to try on dresses untill Alex get bored, that is."

Ammon twirled around, his tail waving in the air. He nodded, continuing to feel his dress and admire it. It matched well with his collar, which recently gotten some gold details like thick claws on it. He once again returned to Alex's side, a smile on his face. He sat down in a chair near him, stretching out. He then paused, thinking intently. He realized that he wasn't doing any duties, causing him to groan.
`` Have you eaten breakfast yet?`` he asked, narrowing his eyes. If he hadn't, he would go change and either pick up some food or make some. He sat up, yawning softly as he rubbed his eyes. He just wanted to sleep all day, but he remembered the whole ball thing.

"i went to the kitchen earlier and got some muffins," he said opening a book and started reading "I also did the chores for you, today is supposed to be fun for you. I just think you needed a break." he said opening to a random page. he keep looking at the dress think of ways he could have made it better and other ways he could use things the different details in other dress he could make. He was glad the tail fit and it wasn't to uncomfortable in it.

"Yes, your highness. I'll be much more careful." Emrys replied quickly, definitely wanting to avoid that at all costs. It would be a matter of seconds before she was found out to be a girl that way, so she had to be a lot more careful than she was currently being. She finished her bread with the jam, very happy to eat something that tasted so good. Her face has finally returned to its normal shade.
Emrys had briefly seen the younger prince before, and how he loved making dresses. They were very lovely she had to admit, but that didn't mean that she wanted to dress up. It would blow her cover for sure, and she couldn't have that, not here, not now.

luca put the water back in the tub and got dress suprisily fast in simple pants and a ripped shirt. She pulled her hair up and stepped next to her opening the doors for her. She seemed happy to finally get out, maybe this would be a perfected time to run. She keep a small bottle of water on her playing with it the water some in the bottle. she looked up and around making sure no one could see the water stay still then wurl into a tornado in a bottle.

He start eating his own meal, without noticing that part of the laces that were now hiden on his skin was visible from that angle. In his haste to hide them, he had let go of one of the handles too fast so instead of imprinting out of sight, the magical print was on the base of his neck. " Also, you can stop using those titles when we are in private, i wont forget who i am any time soon."

Emrys happened to glance over at the prince, her eyes wandering to the rest of him. That's when she noticed it, a mark? She didn't know what it was, but she hadn't seen it before.
"Oh, er, what shall I refer to you as then?" She asked hesitantly, but her eyes were glued on his neck with slightly curiosity. As far as the Alluri knew, Averill wasn't one for tattoos.