looked around, observing his surroundings, this wasn't his room.... and he was positive he had absolutely nothing to drink.

He uncovered himself, placing his feet on the rug that covered the cold stone floor, standing then stretching, "Where am I?"

quickly rushes into the room, carrying some clothes in his arms, "Your majesty, are you awake?"

looks up to the voice, relieved to hear a familiar voice, "Fuuta, do you have any idea where we are?" he asks with a slight smile.

bristled a bit at the king calling him so familiarly, "Your majesty, we're in your castle, remember?" he furrowed his eyebrows in worried -

manor, reaching up and placing a hand on the others forehead to see if he got a fever again, "Did you have anything to drink last night?"

shakes his head, "I swear I didn't drink anything..." he pulls the other's hand easily, giving a small smile, "Plus, Fuuta, why are you -

calling me, 'Your Majesty'." he laughs, still holding onto the others hand, "Just because Jill calls me 'father' doesn't make me a king."

(*pulls the other's hand away easily... just realized my mistake. Dx )

(Watch what you say, depending on how you word it, you can give people very different images. )

pulls his hand away from the others, servants shouldn't be so familiar with the king, "Your majesty, I've no idea what you're talking about-

, or who this 'Jill' person is, nor have I any idea why she'd call you father, but I do know that you must rise and get your work for the-

day in."

(....You're challenging me, aren't you? )

( Perhaps... the question is whether or not you can rise to the occasion. )

( Bring it. )

cocks his head to the side curiously, "Jill, Rasiel, the 'king' remember? The lazy prince who I can't trust to look after you?" he -

tried, but saw that he was getting no where, he sighed, something weird happened again today, didn't it? And for some reason Fuuta couldn't-

remember anything. He sighed, standing straight (he'd bent down to Fuuta's level.)

blinked at the description, 'look after me?' he thought, maybe he was speaking about King Rasiel? from the kingdom a little further off-

he remembered that the Cavallone had always got along with the blonde.. He shook his head, getting rid of the thoughts, they weren't -

important. He shoved the clothes into the kings hands, "You majesty needs to get dressed and speak with -insert random king here-."

sighs, he didn't know what happened, but even here he had wrok that preoccupied all of his time, "Right, right..." he took the close being-

shoved roughly into his arms, "So... what do I need to talk with him about, now?" he examined the clothes, and sighed again, he never had -

much of a taste for the old fashioned clothes of kings and queens... they were...fluffy..and odd in his tastes, he really had to wear these-

, didn't he? He cringed. >.<

pouts just slightly, normally the Cavallone King liked the clothes he picked for him! But that's besides the point, he deadpanned, staring-

at the king, "We went over this just last night, your majesty." he stated, sighing and shaking his head, it wasn't like this was anything-

new, "Just the usual, alliances, perhaps a treaty or two, nothing more than that, nothing less, it should only take a small amount of your-

majesty's time." he gave a reassuring smile, pushing the man toward the wardrobe of the castle, "Now, you must get dressed."

(yes, I used that site you sent me, shuddap. )

(/bows/ glad to be of service. )

let himself get pushed into the room, recalling what little he knew of a castle's structure... that was basically the dressing room, right?-

His thoughts were confirmed when he was pushed into the room, and the door slammed behind him, giving him some privacy to get changed.

waited patiently outside the door, the man was persistently clumsy, so it seemed he'd have to keep a watch out so the mand wouldn't trip.

dressed quickly, huffing a bit as he stepped out of the room wearing black pants-like clothing that seemed to be made out of some expensive-

material, a loose fitting white shirt that seemed to hang down to just above his knees, a belt over that, brown boots, and a green, -

fur-trimmed cape like thing that hung on one of his shoulders. He sighed...

smiled upon seeing the king, quickly showing him to the room which the meeting would take place over breakfast.

(You forgot to mention the cavallone symbol thing you were thinking about... )

(That killed me, shush.. and.. eh. We done here? )

(I'm too lazy to continue it. )

( :3 Yay.. )