Dorian and Dexion- Current Location: The hallway to the library- Interactions: Open

Once out of earshot of the guest and the like Dexion gently tugged on the sleeve of Dorian's shirt. The prince looked over at him with a kind smile. "Are we really going to be leaving this place?" The elf asked. For once the fear that brimmed in his eyes was gone leaving them to shine brightly in their golden hue.
"If it all doesn't go well then yes. We will leave on a new adventure." Dorian answered.
"W-will I still be a slave?" Dexion asked hopefully.
"No, you will be you. The only other title you will have is being my boyfriend." Lovingly the prince put a hand to the elf's face. "Doesn't that sound exciting?"
"But I don't know how to be anything but a slave."
"Don't worry, I'll help you with that. We can get through this together. Just like it should be."

(Nicote is chatting with the prince just inside a room and Nanis stuttering around with another slave :p poor girls not getting a break lol )

" Of course i will, i am the futur king after all." It didn't changed anything to his dislike toward those brats but he wanted to close that subject for good.

"Even a prince has to watch his back. In fact, you could say there is perhaps more risk involved..." Nicotes face was unchanged.

" While i apreciate your consern, i know more then enough to defend myself in dangerous situations. It was one of the skills that was required for me to learn after all. However i will follow this advice and bring a sword, just it case." He reply, still without any emotions visibles.

"Keep it concealed if you do. Bringingipen ly seen weapensis always a greater risk then a concealed one."

(Well, well, well, I will gladly welcome her to the team XD)

Amias did know when to pry, and when not to pry, so he kept his mouth shut about Riften's collar. Every slave had their sensitivities, and sometimes it was better for the person themselves to choose when they let go of them, or talk about them.
"Has Grift bothered getting you anything to wear to the ball tonight?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Keep it concealed if you do. Bringingipen ly seen weapensis always a greater risk then a concealed one."

Riften sighed in relief, happy that his bruises wouldn't be discovered tonight. When the question was asked, Riften looked down at his dirty clothing. "Gift hasn't, I don't think he cares if I wear anything for a matter of fact.", He replied softly.