Emrys was just completely awed by all the equipment in the observatory, having a nostalgic feeling everywhere she looked. It reminded her so much of home, and she began to feel a bit homesick. Being raised by different foreigners all her life dented her pride in being an Alluri. This brought it all back. The Allurith people valued the stars and constellations, it was said that if you listened closely enough to them, you can hear the voices of your ancestors. She remembered her father telling her that, and it almost brought tears to her eyes. She quickly wiped them away though, as she didn't want any more questions from Averill.
Suddenly she had come to the realization that Averill was nothing like his father. She released a small sigh, touching the cover of a book on one of the tables.
"You're... You're nothing like him, aren't you?" The question was out of her mouth before she could even register that she should bite her tongue.

Lidia
Lidia grew a little flustered once more, a slight blush on her pale face. "Oh okay, you want me to get breakfast then?", She said. Lidia regained her normal skin tone and backed up to the door. "I'll be right back, don't forget to find something you wish to wear." The princess left her toom, still in her sleepwear and her hair a ball of frizz atop her head.

Riften
The elf perced his lips, beginning to job because he noticed that he was lagging. Riften didn't speak up about how fast Amias was going, he knew the mal couldn't help it.
"Oh... That isn't good- we really shouldn't be starting another war.", Riften said, pressing back the thought of Amias leaving him alone again. Grift was gon for the majority of the wars. When he was gone, Riften was shoved around to whoever was home at the time. Sometimes the people he was given too was even worse then Grift. Riften bit the inside of his cheek to keep from thinking about it. He rubbed his face, just to make sure that any possible tears where gone.
"I wish I could help, but for some reason all the commanders want me to do is relay information.", He said hollowly. he hated being given files upon files of letters and other things about who's dead and who's missing. He picked up on the habit of looking through them just to make sure someone didn't kill Amias. He also didn't want to touch on the other things they had he poor Elf do.

He stiffen at the question beffor letting out a sigh. " We are related by blood and i have been told that i had his glare, whatever it mean, but that's where the similarities stop." He may had said too mutch already, but at the same time he coudn't bring himself to do what others owners were doing, owning someone was odd enough, let alone hitting or punishing them for things anybody should have the right to ask.

Odelina gave her a quick wave goodbye. She didn't quite hear what Lidia had said. Her focus was mainly on getting the suit perfect. She started humming as she worked on it. She enjoyed the simplicity of sewing. It was rather calming.

Amias happened to glance back and realize he was walking too fast as usual, and slowed his pace. He felt bad having such long strides that he had to make Riften practically jog to keep up. Although he thought it was just a little cute he was trying so hard to keep up, but he wasn't going to be cruel.
Amias seemed to narrow his gaze as he walked. No, he wouldn't in a million years ever want Riften to help more than he was. Even if the commanders and such were downright brutal to him, he would do everything in his power to keep the elf FAR away from the field, and anything having to do with it.
"Your help is already beneficial. I understand it's not the most luxurious job, but...."
I wouldn't be able to focus, I'd be thinking about you every second I was out there. I'd be afraid. He thought, but finished his sentence differently than what he wanted to say.
"It damages someone when you throw them out there. You can't go back after what you've seen, felt or experienced." Amias spoke only because he knew full week what being at war did to him. He suffered through nightmares and his mind was constantly buzzing with the thought he could die at any second. It was part of the reason he never slept much.
Amias shook his head clear of his thoughts.
"I hope it doesn't come to another war, anyways."

Emrys, seeing more sign of the prince taking her careless questions negatively, decided she was done being quiet for today.
"You weren't all that I was expecting, and... I consider that a good thing, your highness. I think I've spoken too much for what a slave should be speaking, I'll go get you a meal from the kitchens." Emrys gave a bow, before walking towards the door. It was dangerous for her to get too close to someone, and she had passed her own boundaries too far for now.

Ammon sighed, his golden eyes shifting around lazily. He had just woken up from a cat nap, yawning widely as his ears went down. He slowly shifted upwards, patting down his robe like attire. He got up, stretching and popping a few bones. His tail curled around him as he shuffled in the room, realizing it was Alex's. Shrugging, he decided to see if he could find him.

With another sigh, he exited the room with a yawn. He gazed down the hallways, trying to figure out where Alex might be. He decided to search the library. Groaning, he shuffled throughout the hallways with a lazy satire. Despite his regal appearance, he tended to act like a lazy cat.

alex finished the finishing touches on the dress he was going to try and convince ammon to were doubted he would accepted it. He put away is book and went to the corner he saw the girl leave, he looked around in the books and found one of the castle map pages were missing. Why would she want to take that? He looked up to see if anyone had entered the library and then looked back reading over the book quickly.

He nod silently, not sure how else to respond, allowing the custom collar to escape his presence for the moment. It was strange how getting the aprouval of a slave would be enough to make him belive that maby, just maby he could be a good king, despite evrything his name was associated with. Once Averill was alone in the observatory he went back to the table where the piece of colath was sitting and unfold it, admiring the design of the tatoo like drawing inside. In one swift movement he pull the double sword from the drawing, he had been interrupted yesterday but he still had some cleaning to do on them to ensure they will be alwais ready for a fight.

Ammon rubbed his eyes with his sleeves, his ears twitching as he heard faint footsteps. Rolling his eyes, he eventually saw the large doors of the library. He whined softly, before opening up the doors. His eyes gazed around the area, sniffing the air slightly. With a small smile, he shuffled over to where he guessed Alex was. His tail uncurled and waved a bit, his own little greeting.
`` Why are you cooped up in here?`` he asked, his accented voice flowing out quietly. He sat down near Alex, ears flickering as he studied the scene before him. Tilting his head, his eyes were focused on the pretty dress that laid on the desk. `` That's very beautiful `` he mumbled.