He tensed up, what to do in this situation, most would punish any slave that dared talking to them that way but he just coudn't bring himself to do sutch a thing. His face grew more serious and sigh, his eyes accidentaly glaring at the custom collar as he though of how he should handle the issue. " If you speak of it to anybody there will be consequances." Seeing that there was no point on trying to hide it now he brough his hands on his back and removed the blades, at least it would give him the oportunity to put his twin blades back safely. "yes, it is a special artefact that came into my posession a few years ago, knowing who i am, it shoudn't come as a surprise that i keep a way to protect myself if issues came to appear."

Emrys seemed to tense up a little herself when the prince resorted to glaring at her, but part of her was tired of backing down from someone who was the same "rank" as herself. Her face had its own slight glare, as part of the veil she had put around herself lifted. It was dangerous, yes, but part of her arrogant princess self was begging to come out after being so humble for so long.
Although she hesitated as Averill threatened her slightly to not tell a single soul. Her face softened as she watched, half awed by the blades and half skeptical of them.
"Forgive me. I have forgotten my place." She merely mumbled, bowing her head as a slave would do in this situation. "I like learning things, I apologize for letting it get the best of me."
Although what she really wanted to do was interrogate the prince and drill him with questions. She wanted to reveal herself as Princess of Allurith and demand he respect her and answer her questions.

(Mind if I crash your party with Lidia? I also dont remmeber what I wrote for my characters so....yeet.)

Nicote glanced up as Lidia entered the kitchen, freezing in palce, his hand still on the pot he was stirring. . He had no place to hide the fact that he was acting like a servant, alongside the slaves in he kitchen. He was the son of the advisors for goodness sake, he shouldn't be here. But he was.....
Wait. Did she think he was the cook? Surely not...


(Cant remember if hes supposed to e a good cook or a good mechanic. Eh whatever. He likes cooking now. I m too lazy to go find the thread at this point)

Averill was a bit shocked that his slave had been glaring at him for a moment, yet he wasn't sure of what he had seen exactly as it had changed too fast for him to be able to take a guess at what had happen. Letting it slide he smiled when he heard their appologie. " Wanting to know more isn't a flaw, at least not in my eyes. While this wasn't somthing i was expecting to have to do so soon, it was bound to happen at a point or another, your duty is to stay by my side and serve me after all." As he spoke he united the two swords togedther letting them merge back into one.

Emrys was once again half expecting a slap from how she was behaving. If she did this with any other slave owner, she'd be wearing a few bruises for sure.
"Thank you for being forgiving." Emrys replied, her tone soft and humble, but when she looked up there was a slight fire in her light green eyes. "Oh, Averill." She added, forgetting she was allowed to address him by first name in private.
Although some part of her wanted to know what she dealing with, what exactly would Averill do to her if she disobeyed him and screamed from the rooftops of his secret?
"I want to keep in mind what my fate would be for revealing something as important as those swords, what should encourage me to obey you?" A sly smile appeared on her lips for only a split second. Although she had tolerated the abuse of being dragged to this castle, she doubted she would crumple at Averill's hand, whatever his punishment may be. She could take a hit or two. "If you don't mind answering of course."
This was almost her way of challenging the prince in a passive aggressive way, but she kept it subtle enough to where it would be hard to tell if she meant it as a test or not.

Luca looked at the castle gates her tail wagging happily think of all the ways she could escape she had a good sense of direction so she could find her way back home. She batted her tails calming them down trying to hide her exsitment it the fire in her eyes burned like a blazing fire her eyes shifting to a muilty colored state. She would come back of corse for nikko but she need to get home to start a army but that was getting ahead of herself first she would need to out run her once she wasnt looking.

Remilia was simply gazing around the castle gates as she passed them with Luca, sighing at the nice greasy air. It was a million times better than her stuffy room.
"Luca, you probably need new clothes, right? I'll go ahead and get you some new dresses. I can't have you running around as the slave of a duchess with filthy clothing." She said, her golden eyes then wandering to her slave. It was a miracle the girl hadn't run off as soon as they set foot outside the gates. The girl had a habit of running, and she failed her escape attempts all the time. Hopefully, she would remember her failures and stop trying. It was tiring to have to use her magic to stop her.

*oh um right mistress, yes.* she cursed herself for not paying enough attention, shed planned this one out hopping it would work. Say she had to pee and then run like there was no tomorrow. It would take her some time to catch up to her meaning she would have the upper hand. Second problem was bounty hunters, run a ways were common but a teal was a lucky find knowing from personal experience. She would have to watch for anyone near by to see who was what and find the perfect place to set her plan in motion.

Averill hesitated a bit, should he threaten the custom collar, his mind went automaticly to the stories that were told to young childreens to teach them caution, would that work? He had to try at least, he woudn't be able to hurt him even if that happened, he would feel to similar to his father then. "If you do so then your fate wont be in my hands anymore. I am a prince not a king, even if i will be when time come, if my father decide to punish you for me, there is nothing i can do. In case where someone came to kill me, this is my last resort, keeping it a secret give me an adventage, removing this adventage could make my life in danger."

A little flicker of fear could be seen crossing the slave's face at the mention of his father punishing her instead of him. That... That would definitely be a far worse fate than death. She was terrified of his father, so now she went very serious and stiff as she spoke.
"Of course, Averill. I won't tell a soul. I was merely wondering. I wouldn't do anything to endanger your life."
Faint memories of that awful day when her family was slaughtered crossed her mind, and she immediately tried to distract herself by looking around the observatory some more. It was crushing to see her older brother so scared when he died. He fought hard too, doing anything to protect his little sister.
With her back turned to the prince, she pinched the bridge of her nose with a small sigh. It was times like this she hated being so wrapped up in her own past.