Ammon purred at the contact, before shaking his head. `` It's not a big deal. `` he said, shrugging his shoulders. As he followed slowly behind Alex, his eyes bounced around the place, sighing quietly. The building was beautiful, yes, but he really did miss his home. He missed his parents mainly, but that thought was pushed away as he growled at himself. 'You came this far, there's no use in giving up now.' he thought to himself.
He ran his fingers through his hair, taking the headband out and letting his hair flow. It was about to his mid-back, and he was proud of it despite his insecurity. He started to fiddle with it, before his eyes widened. He never thought that the castle would have a secret room. His tail waved softly, his eyes glinting with excitement. Exploring new places was on of his favorite things, and he was itching to run in there. He glanced at Alex, smiling a bit.

"you can go in," he said keeping the door opened for him, he was happy that Ammon said yes to his plan. Truth was he never viewed him as a slave, he saw him more as a friend. But for his sake he need to pretend in front of his father that he was. He remembered hiding from being punished or hide his toys in here from his father so he wouldn't get hurt. Soon he turned it into his own little shop like thing for making cloths and dress. He had some make up his mom tried to throw out saying she didn't like the color or other stuff. He was to girl in his fathers opinion so as far as anyone knew he didn't existed unless in the court.

Averill was surprise when the slave hold his hand and stiffen a bit at first but he soon relaxed, a very light blush on it's cheaks. "It's alright, it's not every days that the futur king go in the city, people are curious." He had no knowledge about cloathing shops and no idea weather or not it was the right place to get appropriate cloathing for the event of tonight for the younger boy. The shop Yerik had picked seemed alright, at least from what he could see of it as he ente. It was a bit interesting for him to see how those places worked, usualy he had everything made especialy for him at the castle or it was things his brother asked him to try on.

Emrys sighed in slight relief when they were inside of the shop, happy to get away from all the staring people. She looked back at the prince with a small smile.
"No offense, I would rather not let them get too curious. It's for your safety." She suddenly realized she was still holding onto the prince's hand, and let go immediately, a slight blush tinting her cheeks.
"S-Sorry! I didn't mean to grab you-"
A lady walked up from a back room, about to greet them, but when she saw the prince, she seemed to lose her words.
"I-I- Welcome to our humble shop your highness!" She immediately bowed, very shocked someone of such high status would be here. She was sure that the prince had clothing made special for him, right?
"How can we be of service?"

"It woudn't be the first time i took risks around this town, besside i am never unarmed." He reply playfully at the custom collar. Strangely he felt a bit sad that Yerik had let go of his hand but he didn't let it show, instead turning his pale blues eyes on the lady greeting them. "Yes, my slave nead a sute for tonight event." He wasn't trying to sound cold but his natural ackwardness was slightly showing by now. "I belive you should be able to help him make his choice."

The lady nodded curtly, ushering Emrys into the long racks of suits in a closet without a second's waste. She didn't want to anger the prince, as she had heard very many rumors about him being just as bad as his father. She felt bad for the boy slave, what kinds of things was he forced to do?
"Shall I get you fitted? What kind of clothing do you prefer? What kind of style? Also, what kind of cut suits you best? Or would you rather have a shirt and slacks versus a suit?"
"No, no I don't want to be fitted. Uh, cut? Style? I-I'm not sure, I don't wear fancy suits... Um, blue is nice though. If that's okay."
"We can work with that I suppose. Your majesty, would you like to oversee the options? You slave requests blue, is that choice alright?"

Averill could see how his presence was worying the lady and it wasn't too difficult to see why, to avoid making her work more difficult he tryed not to stare in her direction for too long. " Blue is fine, somthing on the clasical side would probably be best but as long as it fit him anything would do." Somthing about what Yerik said didn't made too mutch sense, not too long ago the boy had told him that he was from a noble familly, even if he was taken as a child shoudn't he know a few basic things about suits ? Not one to make a scene he keept that question for later.

"Alright, I'll think I have just the thing! Come with me, now." Emrys was half dragged into a dressing room, and the shop lady handed her a black suit with blue swirls along it's cuffs and jacket, the pants were simple as well, Black with the same dark blue swirls, except they were only near the end of the pant legs.
"That should fit you just fine, it looks about your size. I can do adjusting if it needs any."
Emrys cautiously changed behind the curtain, mindful to do so quickly in case an accident or something along those lines happened. She looked in the dusty mirror, noting how she had gone from a girl who wore dresses and did her hair in braids to a boy with blonde bangs that covered his eyes at times, and wore a suit. She looked so different she could have even fooled her mother if she tried.
Emrys stepped out, adjusting the cuffs as she smiled nervously at both Averill and the shop lady.
"Um, it feels like it fits just fine. Does it look presentable?"

After examining Yerik to make sure it woudn't be too tight for what may be required of him, Averill smile and give a small nod of aprouval. Visualy speaking as well, he looked better this way and would surely be more then enough to stop the rumour mill but of course it wasn't the main raison behind this purchass, there was just no way the prince would allow his slave to become a target to the nobles, even if they were only running their mouths and openly insult those they see as bellow them. "That seem perfect, we will take it then."

Emrys smiled a little, before she went back behind the curtain of the dressing room to change back into her former clothes. She stepped out, the clothes neatly folded in her hands.
"Well, that's off the list of things to do. I, Uh, thank you. For this." She couldn't help but feel happy at all this, and once again guilt started to eat at her for deceiving the prince so much. It was going to hurt her heart when she had to reveal herself as the girl who murdered his father later tonight. Still, she didn't let her negative feelings dim her mood.
The shop lady seemed to be relaxed now, seeing that Averill had a cold stare, but he didn't seem particularly cruel, because his slave was beaming and chatting with him casually.
"You can have it for free, my treat. Thank you for paying a visit to town, us people have missed seeing the faces of the royal family." She bowed her head, before giving a wave and heading into the back room.