Amias glanced at his neck, at the collar. He put a hand on his shoulder, looking down at him.
"Why is that? That collar is just a flimsy piece of dyed leather. It has no control over you. It only means something if you give it meaning." Amias looked ahead again, down at the hallway.

Riften didn't answer, too embarrassed about his wounds to willingly show Amias. Riften didn't want to worry him either. He ducked his head, knowing he would find out sooner or later. Riften's hands twitched to pull the thing off, but he resisted the urge.

After taking a few moments just apreciating the quietness of the area, he went back inside once more. To avoid getting unwanted attention while it was still so early in the day he took path that were not used as mutch by the visitors only to hear crying. With a slight sigh he headed toward the sound to find his sister's friend crying.

He had, of course, no idea how to deal with that but still... he would have to get to know her at some point so he still tryed somthing. Placing his hand on her head he try once more to give her a reasuring smile, it was probably not any better then the first one but he realy tryed to not look cold or scary. " I am not realy good at this but, evrything will be alright... you can compt on me to make sure of it."

I shook my head. "No, but I need to give the king these." I said showing her the papers.

She whimpered a little then hugged him. Thank you... Ah, sorry. she mumbled. She stepped back, smiled at him, then started to walk off again. Now, at least, a little less sad.

He froze in surprise when she hug him but he still manages to speak as she walked away. " No nead to apology, i was the one trying to make you calm down, i am just glad it worked."

"My-my m-master works c-closely with the king." Nanita stuttered out. Revealing as much s shecould without-mayve-getting into trouble again.

She turned to look at him. Oh, uh, oh, okay. she mumbled. She waved then scurried off again. As she went, she payed close attention to the murmuring about the castle, figuring it might be useful.

After that small encounter he kept roaming the halls, not realy wanting to go in the library just yet. He had to hide each time he was hearing woman's voices as some Duchess were already here for the ball and were exploring the castle, usualy those were the ones still in search of an husband and the oldest prince wasn't too fond of them to put it mildly.

Nicote glanced st him as he wlqked by. Noticing theprince duck into a room as some ladies passed, he did the customary acknowledgements before glancing into eh room. "Hidign from your fans again?"