"Thanks." Nicote picked up one of the books he'd brought, running his hands over the cover. "Yeah, my father isn't exactly....thrilled...that I prefer riding and cooking and everything common people enjoy and he mostly talks grandly about me just to keep face....If he saw me reading these, I'd probably have to give up my nightmare of a horse and start listening to him give a long lecture on debate and junk." Nicote winced at the thought.

(I am so out of character but who cares. This is Nicote. He's unpredictable)

"your's isn't as bad as mine," he said finally getting the place clean. He went over to an unfinished dress and started to work on it. He hummed doing his work and had stitched it together, he pulled out some shiner silver thread and started stitching patterns into it.

Averill shuckle slightly at how easy it was to make the young slave blush. "Red suit you, you know." It reminded him a bit of when he was messing around with his sister when they were younger, tho, in her case it was from embarasement or anger after he got her in a perticularely bad prank." Very well, let's get going, as you say."

"At least yours ignores you. I'd rather be ignored then have to put up with nonsense all day." Nicote picked up one of the books and flipped through it. "Sheesh, (insert mumbling in another language here) (translation: why is nothing here in my home language?)"

Ema watched Alex. Because what else could she do? Then again, she was also doing it out of choice.

Odelina nodded. She walked over to Lidia and helped her with the last button. She stepped back a bit to look her over. "Liddy, you look absolutely amazing!" She said. She gently tugged Lidia over to a seat then went to collect a brush. When she returned, she began to gently brush the blonde's hair.

The custom collar was practically radiating her slight irritation as she more or less stomped down the hall. She simply hated being so flustered, and Averill's little comment only set her off even more. She shouldn't be blushing like a little schoolgirl with her crush! Especially with the prince of an enemy nation! She wasn't here for fun and games, she had more important manners to attend to!
"I prefer blue, your highness." She retorted as she kept half stomping down the castle halls.

Lidia chuckled at her own inability to fasten a button correctly. "Thank you, thank you, you still need to get dressed.", The blonde smiled softly. She plopped down in the chair, silently humming to herself. Lidia had some dresses she had made specifically a little too big for her so Odelina would have something perfect to wear on special occasions like this.

"hu?" he said looking over to them pricking his finger on acsedent. He hisses in pain putting his finger in his mouth.

Odelina shook her head. "M'lady, you always come first. We shall worry about me once you are ready." She stated. She set the brush down. "Now lovely, would you like me to do something more with your hair or would you prefer we leave it to natural beauty?" She said.

The prince follow along, not bothering to correct the custom collar's actions as they stomp around. Averill was a bit surprise at how easy it was to irritate them but again they seemed to show their emotions alot more then him or his father's subjects. " Interresting to know."