(Hi Dora. Ima gonna drop Ema at you if that's ok? I need to do soemthing with her. P.s. shes a slave. Red collar I think? Ifoegot. Her masters the advuros rebel kid. )

Ema walked into the library, carrying the stack of books her master had somehow managed to get out of the library the day before. She didn't relaly know wht he wanted so many books on such mundane subjects, but of course she never questioned it. Hed always been like that. Doing random things at equally random times. So this was actually quite normal of him. And odd, seeing as he never was a big reader before now..

She started walking around, putting he books back on shelves, squinting to read the language that they were written in. Shed grown up trained to read a whole different language, after all this time she still wasn't used to it.

Then she came to a book she couldnt figure out. Not knowing what to do, she looked around and noticed others in the library. Quickly walking over she stuttered out, "excuse me for interrupting, but I do not know where this book is supposed to go."

alex set down his sketch book "well i'll be glad to help," he said getting up walking over to the books. He picked on up reading out the words and sorting them to what side of the library they went. He picked up half of the stack hoping she would get the other. his ribbon fell out of his long red hair making it fall in his face as he put the books up.

Ema smiled nervously. "Thanks." She murmured, getting the other half and dinner best to sort hem. Why in earhbhad her master taken out so many was beyond her.

he went back to sketching humming as his slave did go knows what. he seemed really into drawing the dress he was doing.

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Ema was very much aware she was being rude, watching. But she couldnt help, she always liked admiring others' drawings.

And she was even more aware of the scolding shed probablybgetfor loitering and rudeness and everything.

He looked up at her then back to the drawing before he relised she was watching and quickly flipped to a sword drawing embarrassed that she saw the drawing. Unfortunately for him it was the rose sword drawing.

Ema made no coal comment. Why would she? She was askance. She wasn't supposed to be hee.

Yet she was.

And then Nicote can storming in. "Ema, what's taking you do- Oh." Nicote blinked at the rose sword. "Uh, nice sword?"


(Ema never talks. Sheesh. Why did I pick her sih...)

he jumped looking up at her "t-thanks," he said looking away, he looked down at it closing the book. He was the kings youngest son he shouldn't be so girly but he couldn't help it.

Nicote smirked. "Dont see anything embarrassing about a sword drawing that's not halfpoint. The advisors son really had a way with toeing he line between rudeness, snarkiness, and a cold niceness.

Ema was hiding behind her master at his point.