The Prince and His Knight [Kaito and Koe-chan]

[BlaqueCatt]

Name: Lysander Abbott

 

Age: 21

 

Appearance:

 

 

Other: Lysander and the prince were childhood friends; they grew up together. They spent most of their time with each other, when the prince wasn't studying or when Lysander wasn't helping his family in their store. Because the prince didn't have many friends, as he was restricted to royalty for the most part (It was only because Lysander's father was a merchant that they had met at all), the two young boys did almost everything together, and they were extremely close. However, when they were both fifteen, a war had broken out between their kingdom and another. Lysander was drafted into the army, and the two didn't see each other for eleven years. Now, Lysander has returned to become the prince's new personal bodyguard. Things will be different, though; the war changed Lysander, and although he acts as he always has for the most part, there are times when his eyes become distant and his personality does a 180. He is still loyal to the prince and hopes that he will still accept him even though he has changed.

 

 

We'll start before the prince knows that Lysander has returned; he will be told at a party that night, when Lysander is introduced. Up to this point, the prince assumes that Lysander is dead, as the war ended only four years after he left.

[海翔]

 

 

 

Name: Aridon Anderbell

Age: 21

Hight: 175 cm (5' 9")

Weight:65 kg (143 lb)

Body Type: Slim

Bio: From a young age, Aridon had not been spared the troubles of being a King-to-be. He Studied every day the moment he could and learned how to play at least 2 Instruments (Violin and Piano). When he wasn't studying his manners and such, he played with the only friend he had. This made him a very lonely child of course and one who needed someone to stay with him and would not leave. He believed that his childhood friend, Lysander was going to be that person. Until the day when they were 15 and a war broke out, Lysander was drafted to war leaving Aridon all alone. Because of this Aridon has nearly given up the idea of friend and is usually serious about his work.

 

----------

 

 

Sitting within his study, Aridon glanced down at the papers in front of him, most containing information that he can't share with anyone but his Adviser whom was busy doing slight cleaning work. The rest was the final plans for reconstruction after the war which had left both sides with losses and Aridon without a father...and a friend. He had constantly worked even at his age of 19 when the war had just ended to reconstruct his kingdom, even though most of it was only to take his mind off of his own personal losses. Both of which he Mourned when he had time.

 

The first of his losses was his father whom after a year and a half of sitting back, decided to take charge in one of battles that ended up being a great win for his kingdom, the cost of the victory? His life. Aridon was devastated when he and his mother heard the news and he went quiet for quite some time. His father was a great man, and a even better king. Never did he ever believe that he would be able to fill his fathers shoes as king; although when the time came, he nearly surpassed him.

 

His second loss came way before his father, Aridon lost his only friend to the army when he got drafted. Aridon never got to see his friend again even though all he wanted to do was see that the other was alright. When the war ended four years later, he expected his friend to come back, head held high and happy to see him. However his wish did not come true, and Aridon was hit with another wave of loss. It was nearly mind breaking for him, knowing that his only friend was stolen by the war that another kingdom started.

 

Now it has been 11 years total, and Aridon has long since dropped the possibility or need for 'friends' from his life. All he had were royal acquaintances and those who resided in the castle to take care of it and him. He has become serious about his role as a prince and now attends many of the parties and meetings or events in his late fathers stead. Like the one tonight that was being hosted by him. "My lord, it is about time to be getting ready for tonight's party. I shall make sure that the unfinished documents are stored until you return to finish." Aridon was called out of his work by his adviser.

 

" Yes, Of course. Thank you, Derin. I'll be heading to Maya for dressing." He replied and a slightly exhausted tone before getting up out of his chair and walking to the door. After leaving the study he called for Maya, his handmaid, and she took him to his dressing room to prepare.

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

(I didnt know how far you wanted me to go time wise so I went to here)

[BlaqueCatt]

The people that Lysander had once known well did not recognize him as they passed by, not even sparing him a glance as they made their way down the long, stone hallway. The maids Lucy and Samantha, the servants Ryan and Tyler - none of them were able to see that the tall, lean young man who stood waiting outside the conference hall was the same little boy they had served all those years ago. He had outgrown his tiny, skinny build, and his short, straight white hair had grown in length, now wavy and hanging slightly in his eyes. His steel gray eyes had lightened to a clear, pale gray, and instead of adorable, many women he had met thought of his as handsome. However, he cared not for what the women thought of him; the only acceptance that he wanted was that of Aridon.

 

As the soldier and soon-to-be-knight recalled his friend, a small, rather sad smile appeared on his pale face. I wonder if he even remembers me, he thought, running his fingers through his hair; a nervous habit that he still had not lost. Will he even want me by his side after all this time? The smile faded, and he turned his gaze from the people he had been watching to the floor, the sudden pang in his chest very much unwelcome. He was drawn from his depressing thoughts, though, then he felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he was met with the smiling, yet tired face of the prince's Adviser, who had requested Lysander to return as soon as he learned that the young man was alive. He had watched the prince suffer, and he hoped that making his childhood friend his new guard would bring him some sort of happiness.

 

"The gathering starts in twenty minutes," he told the young man, indirectly explaining why the servants had been so busy. Lysander nodded and pushed off of the wall, turning towards the staircase.

 

"I will change and meet you outside the doors in five," he told the older man before vanishing around the corner. The Adviser sighed, then went to return to the prince in order to lead him to the ball room.

[海翔]

Aridon stood rather loosely, allowing Maya to move him as she please to make sure the measurements were right. "Alright dear, everything seems to be in order. Go ahead and put it on. I'm sure you'll look wonderful." The older woman said as she handed him the clothes that were to be his dress attire. With a grateful nod he disappeared behind a screen decorated with a unique golden design before emerging a few minutes later wearing a rather regal red uniform with white lace / blue cuffs, a Cross-like brooch, a gold colored sash and a pair of white pants with black dress shoes. (

) None of this of course, went without the accompaniment or a white cape and a small crown clipped into the right side of his hair. He indeed looked breath-taking and Maya was almost sure any woman would fall for him.

 

Not that Aridon cared for woman at the moment, what came first was his kingdom, then he might think about a bride. If he wanted one that is, he Was set to be meeting with a suitor soon although he didn't agree to it. " Alright, it fits well. thank you Maya. Please inform the adviser that I'm ready, guests are sure to be approaching soon after all." Aridon said as he looked in the mirror to fix his hair before heading to the event. "Of course, my lord. Have a good time." she smiled at him softly.

 

He turned and smiled back gratefully at the woman as she left. Then he set about leaving himself, first, returning to the study to make sure that everything was in order; and then heading towards the grand staircase in order to greet his guest. He met up with the adviser just before the staircase. " I'm going to guess that the guests have started to arrive?" He asked in a gentle, but firm tone. "Yes, my lord. Might I be allowed to say that you look handsome." Aridon chuckled slightly. "Thank you."

 

The Adviser led the prince to the ballroom where he began to mingle with the guests that had arrived slightly earlier than planned. After greeting them all he stood by the door on the inside of the ballroom and took a deep breath. Tonight was a night of celebration! He wouldn't let the troubles of his kingdom bother him tonight, no, he was even going to play the piano toward the mid point of the party. "Father...If only you could see the relaxed look of them." His face relaxed then frowned slightly. "This would have been much more fun back then...when 'he' was here." He sighed out.

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

[BlaqueCatt]

The party progressed uninterrupted for a good three hours, giving the prince plenty of time to mingle with the guests and acquaint himself with the more wealthy lords and ladies, who would most likely become political and financial assets in the future. However, about a half hour after the three hour mark, the music suddenly ceased. Derin, the Adviser, appeared at the front of the room, gaining the attention of all of the guests. He cleared his throat, then beckoned Aridon towards the throne that the elderly man was standing next to, implying that he was to take a seat. "Tonight, Aridon will be appointed a knight to serve him at all times, as is tradition for the new king. This man--this knight--will protect the king at all times and provide insight when asked." The man waited until the prince was seated before continuing, ignoring the confused looks the young man sent him; he had not been informed that he would be given a knight.

 

"Usually it is the prior king who chooses the knight, but because of the circumstances, I have chosen the knight in the king's stead." The murmurs stopped and a hush fell over the crowd as Derin held out a ceremonial sword to the prince, which was sheathed inside a white and silver casing--a strange choice for a scabbard. The older man smiled reassuringly at Aridon, but made sure his face was blank when he faced the people again. He gave a brief nod to someone in the back, and the great double oak doors at the back of the room opened.

 

The only sound in the room was the quiet clicking of boot heels against the polished floor as Lysander entered the room. He was dressed in complete white, with knee-high boots, trousers that clung tightly to his legs, and a long-sleeved white shirt. He also had a cape that reached his ankles and was held at his neck by a silver clasp. His rather long, wavy hair was pulled back into a short ponytail by a silver ribbon, and he was expressionless as he made his way towards the prince.

 

He stopped once he was a few feet away from the prince and went down on one knee, putting his right gloved hand over his heart and his left arm behind his back, lowering his head as he bowed respectfully. Once his face was hidden from the crowd, he allowed a tiny smile to appear. It was clear that Aridon didn't recognize him, if the curiosity in his amber eyes were anything to go by. However, his identity would not be a secret for much longer, as Derin placed the sword in Aridon's hands and announced in his deep, gravelly voice,

 

"I present to you Sir Lysander Abbott, who will serve the King from now until the end of his life." The crowd erupted into gasps of surprise and excitement, but Lysander kept his head lowered and did not move.

 

"It is an honor to serve you, Your Highness," he said softly. His voice, though much more melodic and deeper than when he was young, was very much the same, just as his smile was. I have finally returned to you...

[海翔]

Aridon was enjoying the party, he had long since moved from his place by the door and began to mingle with those who were to be potential assets for many things in the future. It was even near time for him to play the piano for his guests as was planned by him and Derin. At least, that's how it should have gone. When the music ceased and Derin drew everyone's attention, including his, to the throne, he was quite confused. Although confused he walked up the steps slowly and soon sat down in his throne which was made of oak with gold armrests and a blue velvet cushion backing. Aridon crossed his right leg over his left and leaned his right arm on the carefully chiseled armrest before glancing over at Derin who simply smiled at him before addressing the crowd again. "Usually it is the prior king who chooses the knight, but because of the circumstances, I have chosen the knight in the king's stead." Aridon was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was going to be knighting someone tonight, when HE wasn't informed about it, he would make sure he expressed his displeasure after the event.

 

Derin had held out to him a sword in a white and silver casing, which made his eyes widen slightly and an uncomfortable knot well up in his stomach at the person the colors reminded him of. Then the doors opened and the sound of heels hitting the floor was all the was heard within the silent room. At first, Aridon couldn't make out who it was although it seemed kind of odd. The color of the males hair and eyes he meant, and he felt the knot in his stomach loosen as he laughed at himself for this thought. He couldn't be...what a cruel joke life is playing on me tonight. He thought and his gazed turned to curiosity as the other continued to get closer.

 

Aridon had expected the words that came out of Derins mouth next as the man knelt down. It couldn't at all be true, it couldn't! "I present to you Sir Lysander Abbott, who will serve the King from now until the end of his life." As the crown gasped in surprise and excitement, Aridons eyes widened greatly and the knot came back as a fierce pain in his gut and he nearly choked on his next breath. Lysander?! No, H-he's dead. Isn't he?! Derin grew concerned when Aridons' face seemed to twist up into an unsettled expression as he took the sword in his hand and stood up.

 

It was shaking, his hand he meant; and he was sure that the audience could see it. It had been 11 years, 11 years exactly since the day that Lysander had been drafted and suddenly a sense of slight anger washed over him. Where had he been?! Where had he been when Aridon was suffering emotional trama from the nightmares about his dad, where was he when Aridon needed him most! The prince felt like a child all over again, but it didn't matter, for he had changed. He gripped the sword tightly and stilled his hand before raising the sword toward the ceiling.

 

This was unexpected so Derin went to grabbed the princes hand as the audience gasped once again in shock. It was that way as Aridon rose his voice to speak. "You have been summoned by my closest adviser to take your place as my knight, and only my knight! By appearing before me you swear on your life that you will defend myself and the people of this kingdom!" The crowd seemed to settle, as well as Derin when it was shown that he wasn't going to do something bad. "You swear to follow me to the ends of the earth and never leave my side for as long as I live. As well as to do whatever I may ask of you." Aridon lowered the sword about to Lysanders' ear before speaking again. "If this...If this is well understood. Then I here by dub thee knight; rise...Sir Lysander Abbott." he concluded the knighting and when the other rose to look at him, any sort of softness was not shown in his face, and there was a hard, Fierce look in his eyes.

 

This was the prince he had become, he would not let such childish memories stop him from his duty. Even if it was his dear old friend whom he cherished.

 

After this astonishing even, he instructed one of the servants whom he had taught to play violin, Rose, to preform in his absence before turning on his heel and with a flash of his cape, he walked down the old stone halls. Aridon kept walking until his study where he entered and didn't bother to leave it open for his new 'knight' and adviser to follow. "The hell is this..?!" he hissed under his breath as he starred out the study window into the garden.

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

[BlaqueCatt]

Lysander was not deaf to the wavering in his previous friend's voice--who knew if they could still call themselves friends--and the small smile twisted into something more bitter. He had expected the shock, and the denial, and the anger, so he was not surprised when he sensed the mood in the room shift to reflect upon the prince's rising fury. However, despite the inner turmoil raging within him, he kept himself calm, as he had been trained to do, and lifted his head at the conclusion of the speech. His gray eyes locked on the amber orbs of the prince, and when he saw the fierceness in his gaze, his own expression softened slightly. What a great King you have become. I only wish that I could have been there with you as you grew. The man stood, and because he was now four inches taller than Aridon (he had once been much shorter), he made sure to bend slightly as he spoke out of respect; they had once treated each other as equals, but now it was time for him to appear subservient.

 

"I will give my life to you, my King," he responded, making sure that his voice was loud enough to carry throughout the room. However, he lowered his voice a moment later and added, with a small smirk, "as many times as you so desire." He then took the sword from Aridon's hands and attached it at his waist. The crowd cheered again, and Lysander stepped to the side as the prince stalked past him, clearly on edge after the whole event. The ache in his chest returned, and the smile faded, replaced by a pensive expression. Derin came up behind him and sighed.

 

"I had hoped he would be happy to see you," the man mumbled. Lysander glanced at him briefly, then focused on the doors once again.

 

"Betrayals such as mine will not be forgiven so easily," he said quietly. The older man stared at him in shock.

 

"Dear boy, what betrayal? You did nothing traitorous while you were--" The whitette shook his head, and when the sad smile appeared on his pale face, so did the sorrow in his eyes.

 

"Betrayal of the heart," he explained, before his eyes hardened with resolve. Ignoring the women and men who wanted to speak with him and congratulate him, he walked straight through the crowd and out of the ball room, making his way towards the prince's chambers.

 

This place has not changed in 11 years, he thought as he stopped in front of the tightly closed wooden door. He sighed, then took a breath to steel his resolve, before politely knocking on the door. "Your Highness. It is my duty to accompany you at all times. Do you wish for my presence?" He knew the answer would most likely be no--Aridon was quite stubborn when he wanted to be--but this was what he was here for. To protect the man that he had been stolen away from. I wonder if he finds it strange as well. As children, Lysander had never called Aridon by any title, only by name. After years in the army, and his current position, it was ingrained in him to use formalities. His way of speaking had also changed; instead of slurred words and uneducated grammar, he talked like any other member of royalty, perhaps even more respectfully than most.

[海翔]

Aridon was overwhelmed with so many emotions at the moment and didn't know what to do about it other than slam his fist on his wall, ignoring the stinging pain it caused. He wouldn't call it rage anymore, that had faded the moment he left the room. No, now it was a sense of distress as he tried to piece together his thoughts while they became a storm. Is this a joke? Does he think this is funny? That this is okay? Showing up after 11 years... The prince thought as he let out a sound of frustration before looking out his window to the gardens again. A sigh fell from his mouth while his eyes flickered about the garden, trailing from the rose garden to the center of the garden containing a fountain, then to the white lily patches beyond.

 

Then there was a knock at his door and Aridons' eye twitched in surprise that they bothered following him. He shouldn't be surprised considering the hasty exit he made after the ceremony, why couldn't they understand that he needed a moment to process this? To process the fact that he was given a knight without being told, that the knight in question was his supposedly dead best friend, this was all too much for him at once. Could he even treat this man the same as before he left? That would be impossible given the time that had passed, the damage was done and nothing could fix it. He could not treat him the same; and as he straightened his lithe body, he cast one more sad glance at the window before turning around.

 

"Come in, your duty is absolute as stated by my own mouth." Before the door opened he had a second to think about why he said what he said. Was he being selfish? Asking something like that of Lysander when he had just returned from wherever he had hid for 11 years. The prince guessed his childish fears got the best of him during his fit or rage,he moved to the front of his desk to sit on it as the door opened. "I see you came by yourself," He began before tilting his head with closed eyes. "No matter, Derin can handle watching over the event. You two must have planned this, I could see it in Derins' eyes as you walked in." Aridon opened his right eye to look warily at the taller male.

 

"The way here treat you well...Lysander?" He said the last sentence trough his teeth. What a stand off this was, could this even be considered a proper reunion? Most likely not.

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

[BlaqueCatt]

The young man couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise, relief, and apprehension when Aridon allowed him entrance. He pushed open the door and walked into the room, letting it shut softly behind him. The ceremonial sword tapped against his right thigh as he moved, making a dull sound. He shot the prince a small smile before reaching up to his head, pulling on the ribbon and allowing his hair to fall back into his eyes. A sigh followed this, and he briefly shook his head before opening his eyes and fixing them on the other man in front of him. "We did not plan this in the way you are assuming, Your Highness," he responded, standing completely straight with his hands behind his back in front of the prince. Despite his monotonous voice, the smile refused to leave his pale face, and there was a hint of light reflected in his tired gray eyes. "As for how my journey has treated me...if His Highness will permit me, I will explain to you all that has happened these past eleven years."

 

Now the smile faded, and his expression became one of utter seriousness. "Forgive me if I sound rude, Your Highness, but I cannot imagine the turmoil I have put you through." As he said this, his own voice, which had been so steady, had a slight tremble, and a spark of pain lit in his eyes. To get a hold of himself, he averted eye contact, allowing his bangs to shadow his face and hide it as he turned his head to the side. He had spent many months training to conceal his emotions, but it seemed that whenever Aridon was involved, his control vanished. His gloved hands clenched into fists behind his back, and his jaw tightened visibly.

 

"Please, Your Highness. Allow me to tell my story. I can only attempt to right the wrongs I have committed to you." Now, when he turned his gaze back to Aridon, he had a self-conscious look on his face, one that seemed out of place on his new, mature figure; it was reminiscent of the child he had once been.

[海翔]

Aridon opened both of his eyes and looked the other over in curiosity. The man before him had changed much in appearance since long ago. His hair had lengthened, he was taller and better built; and the prince almost sighed in content looking at the others eyes. Although when the other responded he snapped out of it and returned to a rather firm look in order to fully process the conversation between them. It was the first in a long time after all, he should make it a reasonable one. Although the shock was still present, it was slowly fading away as he listened to the other talk. Oh Lysander, your voice has become so much more wonderful. He thought before another slightly darker one drifted across his mind while the other continued. "Forgive me if I sound rude, Your Highness, but I cannot imagine the turmoil I have put you through." was the knights words which spurred the thought. Even all those years in war, cannot compare to the turmoil and wreckage you put me through.

 

The Prince smiled as he finished which came as a surprise to the knight even though the words that came out left a slightly bitter sound. "You are very much correct, Sir Lysander. You cannot even fathom how much hell you put me thorough. My emotions that is." He said with a small hum at the end. It was clear that even though Aridon wasn't against attempting to make up with his old friend he wasn't completely forgiving. "You have my permission to speak your tale, I will not deny you that." He said with a gentle voice now that the bitterness had died out. This was mainly because the look the other gave him reminded him of when they were children.

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

[BlaqueCatt]

Lysander's heart clenched at the tone the prince took when he said his name, and it took all of his willpower not to flinch. Instead, he inhaled deeply through his nose before nodding to the other. "Many thanks sire." There was a moment's hesitation in which the taller man seemed torn between two courses of action. After a moment, though, he made up his mind. "This will take some time, Your Highness, so please be patient." And so, the knight began to retell the story of what had happened to him during the past eleven years.

 

When Lysander and Aridon had just reached ten years of age, a war broke out between their kingdom and a neighboring country. Lyander's father was the man of the Abbott family to be picked to serve in the army. However, he had disabled himself in an accident years before and was no longer capable of fighting. As a result, Lysander--despite not even having reached his teenage years--was escorted from his home to the training facilities soon after Aridon had walked him home that day, meaning that the prince had been present to see his friend taken away.

 

Lysander spent the first year of the war training both his mind and body. He did not take well to swords due to his small build, but he did show much promise in archery and dual-wielding daggers. A special instructor was given to him, and he was trained and judged separately from the other men. When Lysander turned eleven, he saw his first battle. It was a miracle he made it out alive. The pure carnage he had seen had frozen him to the spot, and it was only thanks to his instructor that he survived. [[ Many battles later, and Lysander had learned to store away his emotions. At that point, he was able to kill and feel blood on his skin without so much as flinching. He had learned to become another person, a person that he despised more than anything else. But it was necessary to make it through the war. ]]

 

In his fourteenth year, the year in which the battle ended, Lysander was seriously wounded in battle. He had experienced so much blood loss that he had nearly died. Upon waking up, he found himself in a town located in the enemy kingdom, where he was being cared for by an old woman. It was several months before he could even walk again, and many more before his strength had returned. By that time, no one had come for him, and he assumed that the army had pronounced him dead. So, he stayed and worked for the old woman in order to repay his debt. He stayed in the village with the woman for three years before moving on.

 

When he turned eighteen, he made his way through the kingdom, trying to find someone to help him find his way back home. He came across a merchant's caravan that said they planned to travel to Aridon's kingdom in nine months. They employed him to guard the caravan as they crossed territorial lines, and they set off for his home when he was nineteen. While traveling, he had time to learn to read and write, expanding upon what he had learned in the military. Along the way, they came into contact with bandits [[ (whom Lysander may have made enemies with while fighting them) ]], and despite defeating them the cargo was destroyed. Because of this, he had to wait another seven months before setting off again. He had reached twenty when he finally made it home.

 

At the docks, no one recognized him except Derin, who was taking inventory of the supplies. He immediately brought Lysander home with him. It was a week before Lysander had become accustomed to life in the kingdom again, and by then, his birthday had come and gone; he was now twenty one years old.

 

"And here I am now," he finished, his voice extremely quiet. He refused to look at the prince, and, if one looked closely, they could see his shoulders shaking.

 

{The parts surrounded by [[ ]] are just for you to know; Lysander only told Aridon the facts, not his emotions. Aridon will learn of the effects the war had on Lysander later on.}

[海翔]

Aridon listened to the others story with genuine interest and curiosity. So he wasn't completely wrong when he was younger, when he clung to the thought that Lysander was still alive. Somewhere, he was just trying to recover and make his way back to him, so that they could walk together again. As wonderful the thought that he wasn't wrong was...he had long since let go of that hope and fell. He remembered that day well, the day he watched his friend be taken from him as if it was nothing all because his kingdom demanded it.

 

It was a lovely day where the sun was shining brightly and there no such thing resembling a cloud in the sky. Aridon and Lysander were coming home from the forest where Aridon insisted that they go on an adventure. It was fun in both boys eyes, although it ended up landing both of them a few bruises and small scrapes. Lysander was slightly more battered than Aridon seeing he spent half his time protecting Aridons' idiotic self when he fell. Lysanders house soon came into view while they walked, although that wasn't all that came into view.

 

"Those are the drafters...what are they doing by your house Lysander?" The young princes questions were answered when once they arrived, the two Soldiers came over to the two and stopped. "Good afternoon, my lord. We have come to collect Lysander Abbott for admittance into the royal army." When the words left their mouths, it was visible shock on the boys faces and Aridon started trembling as they turned to Lysander. "Young sir, you have about 15 minutes to give goodbyes and to pack your bags before we leave. This is not a request, this is an order." Aridon spoke up before Lysander could. "No! You can't do that, it's not fair!" The prince said in loud desperation.

 

He knew what this meant, it meant that he wouldn't see his friend for the duration of the battle. He didn't understand though, why him?! He was only a kid, like himself, this wasn't right in his eyes. "My lord, the rules are absolute, without change." The older soldier said and that made Aridon start tearing up and charge at the two. "No! They can't have him!" he cried out although behind him Lysanders shock had faded and it seemed that he had decided to go along for the time being. Noticing this the soldier who was fending off the tiny princes blows picked the boy up. "Sir, please take the prince back to the palace." with a nod the enraged boy was left flailing and reaching out for his friend.

 

That was the last he saw of Lysander until now. After the others drafting, Aridon had refused to eat in protest to the event. His studying ethic had dropped for about three to four weeks after, then they returned to normal, as did his eating. He didn't talk to his father again until about a month or two after that though. Angry that his friend was taken away when his father knew that he didn't have many others.

 

Aridon stood away from his desk and walked over to Lysander before placing a hand on his shoulder. This was when he realized it was shaking and his eyes widened, then softened. "You're a grown man now, aren't you Lysander? Head up will you? It does no good for a knight to lose his composure." He mused softly. The prince held his hand there for a little while longer before walking passed him and opening the door. After which he paused and let a small smile creep to his face as he glanced backwards. "Welcome home...Lysander Abbott" he said before continuing to walk out into the hall. "Please pull yourself together then return to the ballroom. We have guests to protect, and entertain."

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

[BlaqueCatt]

Lysander waited with bated breath for the prince to respond. He thought himself ready for any reaction, whether it be anger, bitterness, or joy; however, he was actually quite terrified of what Aridon might do. Had their bond lasted throughout all this time? Or was his return no longer what his friend wanted? That thought alone was enough to make him stiffen, and it was only thanks to being at the end of an instructor's belt for so long that he managed not to cringe when Aridon placed a hand on his shoulder. He listened intently to what the other said, and upon lifting his eyes, he saw the softness that had entered the expression of the auburn-haired man. His own gray eyes widened, and once Aridon had turned away, he couldn't suppress the childish smile that appeared on his face, nor the brightness that flooded his eyes.

 

"Of course, Your Highness. My apologies." As he said this, there was no mistaking the change in his tone; all of the tension had faded and been replaced with calm contentment. They had a long way to go in order to rebuild their friendship, but the fact that both of them were accepting enough--and eager enough--to do so was all the whitette needed to see all of his worries vanish. He was home, and he had been reunited with the man he cared the most for; there was nothing more that he needed.

 

The taller man followed the prince-turned-king out of the chamber, his hands fiddling with his hair as he attempted to tie it up again as he did so. They walked in silence, but it was a pleasant silence, one that spoke of peace and healing to come. I will stay by your side until the day I leave this world. Upon entering the ballroom, the smile on Lysander's face was once again hidden behind a mask of seriousness. He walked behind the king until they reached the front of the room. He would stand in the same spot with his eye on the king until the end of the party. Not that it mattered to him; he had always been patient, especially when he had to go along with Aridon's crazy schemes as kids.

 

"Please enjoy yourself, Your Highness," he murmured to the other young man, sending him a wink before schooling his expression and scanning the crowd with his hands behind his back, standing tall and with perfect posture.

[海翔]

Aridon spent the next twenty to thirty minutes talking and being asked things about his new knight. A few women even came up and asked if he knew whether the man was single or not, in which he kindly reminded them that they were each engaged. the three women gave him a frustrated pout before walking away with a small huff. Ah man, fending off the predators is- oh wait... he grinned. "Pardon me, but to answer your question..." The girls stopped and came back. "Whats with the change of heart, your highness?" the prince cast a mischievous glance to his friend-now-knight. "i'm being nice, why don't you go to him? i'm sure he would love the company." the prince let them run over excitedly to crowd the knight.

 

He gave a small hum before continuing to move around as if he had no hand in Lysanders new fan group. Aridon was hopping this would bother the knight greatly, although he wasn't sure how he would react now, maybe he had come in contact with a lot of women during his time away and this wouldn't bother him. This would be a fun game at least, see what could get under the others skin. Aridon let a list form in his head as he continued through out the room, receiving compliments on his party as well as the knighting ceremony and how powerful it was. Its not like it was planned that way...

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

[i'm really sorry its so short.]

[BlaqueCatt]

Lysander's eyes had not left the Prince since they entered the room. As a sharp eye was needed to shoot a bow and arrow accurately, he had no trouble watching the other young man even as he weaved through the large crowd. It was because of this that he saw Aridon interacting with a group of young ladies. A small frown tugged at his lips when they got rather close to the Prince; he was the King now, didn't they have any manners? He ignored the protective, almost jealous feeling that courses through him, blaming the emotions on his training. However, when they women began to make their way over to him, he knew exactly that the Prince had in mind. As mischievous as always, Your Highness. He pretended not to notice the women approaching until they were right in front of him. At that point, he turned to face them and gave them a small smile and a curious head tilt.

 

"Is something the matter, ladies?" he asked politely, his eye twitching slightly when they giggled. He had learned how to treat women though experience, and there were many women he respected, but flirtatious, careless ladies such as these were not his type.

 

The group's smiled widened in unison, and he couldn't help but find it to be slightly disturbing. "Oh! No no, nothing's the matter," a brunette said, twirling a strand of her hair and pursing her lips suggestively. He refrained from raising an eyebrow.

 

"Then, if you do not mind my asking, why are you speaking with a lowly knight such as myself when you could be enjoying yourselves?" The giggles returned, and this time a blonde spoke, fanning herself exaggeratedly with her left hand.

 

"Oh my! So humble! Her smile morphed into a smirk that Lysander assumed was supposed to be seductive. "We were actually hoping to speak with you..." The knight glanced over the top of her head, gave Aridon a knowing, highly unamused look, before the smile returned, this time accompanied by his own mischievous glint in his gray eyes.

 

"I am honored," he replied, bowing to her before taking her hand and giving it a brief kiss. "As much as I would love to dance with you, it is not my place. And," He looked at the angry glares being directed him by three noblemen, "it seems that your husbands would not approve." Again, the women pouted, but they walked away after glaring at the men and giving Lysander a few winks. Once they were gone, he sighed and shook his head. Putting on his knightly persona was hard. I wish I could just act the way I want to... Perhaps that time would come, but he would need better relations with Aridon before that happened.

[海翔]

Aridon looked over an chuckled, more interested in the look the women had when he turned them away to their husbands or soon to be husbands. Aridon was also slightly annoyed that Lysander retained his composure, damn. oh well, it was fun to watch the women get rejected... He thought as he walked over to one of his long time business partners. "Lyon! How wonderful it is to see you here!" He seemed to be calling out to a older man with long blonde hair that was tied in a ponytail over his left shoulder. "Aridon, you know I would never miss a party hosted by an old friend." Aridon smiled widely and patted the mans shoulder. "I do, but its a pleasure none the less! How is the gem business going? Will you still have what I asked you for here by the full moon?"The prince-now-king asked kindly.

 

"I will indeed, when have I ever failed you before?" The blonde replied with a small smile although his eyes were flickering across the room; he seemed to be looking for someone. There was a movement in the shadows of one corner in the ballroom near where he and Aridon were standing and Lyon gave a nod before returning to the conversation. "True enough, true enough. You never were the late type." The auburn haired male replied in approval, Oblivious to the blue clad man approaching from behind. As Aridon went to continue the conversation he felt a movement beyond his cape and quickly attempted to move out of the way. However he didn't clear it fully and a pain tore through his side causing him to let out a cry of pain.

 

The room erupted into shocked gasps and most of the men yelling that the ruler had been stabbed. "Damn it!" The offender cursed before taking off through the room. In the commotion, the blonde lord attempted to make a swift escape considering it would be terrible if the event led back to him. Breathing was becoming slightly difficult for Aridon as he tried to stand up. Derin rushed over and despite his old age, managed to half carry the wounded young adult. Why was it on a night such as this, would something so tragic happen?

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

[BlaqueCatt]

Lysander had seen the blue-clad figure move out of the corner of his eye, and his entire body stiffened. His narrowed, light gray eyes followed the person, and when he realized its destination, he started running towards Aridon without a moment's hesitation. "Your Highness!" he screamed, alerting the rest of the party members to the situation. However, he was too late; the blade had already pierced through the young man's shoulder--luckily it was not a fatal wound and would only daze the prince for a few moments at most. All of a sudden, time seemed to slow down, and the knight's focus shifted from Aridon to the man in blue--and the blonde man who had started to run as well. The expression of terror on his face faded and was replaced by a calm, blank mask. Two long daggers slid out from inside of his sleeves, and the gentle light in his eyes that was characteristic of Lysander was nowhere to be found; instead, all that was present was a glint of murderous intent.

 

The soldier side of the whitette had made its appearance, and with speed that seemed almost inhuman, he slid across the ballroom floor until he was running alongside the assassin. He lashed out with a strange amount of grace, his elbow slamming into the other man's neck. This sent the man stumbling to the side, and there wasn't a moment's pause before Lysander was in front of him. The knight--paying no heed to the fact that his best friend, whom had never seen him this way before, was watching--pushed the man into the wall and held him there with his left arm across his throat. The man struggled for a few moments, then resorted to begging when he noticed the lack of mercy in the normally soft gray eyes, which were now steel gray.

 

Wordlessly, Lysander lifted his right hand and slid the dagger across the man's throat, sending blood splattering onto the floor as well as his face and chest. While the crowd gasped and shrieked, he did not even flinch. He dropped the gurgling body to the floor and turned on his heel to face the rest of the people. His pale skin was stained with droplets of dark red blood, and his eyes were no longer his own; they were emotionless, cold, cruel, and unforgiving. He sent a glance to Aridon, making sure that the man was on his feet, before running down the hall after Lyon. One of his daggers was thrown, and only missed the man's head by a fraction of an inch; it was a warning. However, the man did not stop running. Once he was close enough, he increased his speed and leaped, sailing over the man's head and landing in front of him.

 

He used his entire body to shove Lyon to the ground, and he placed his foot on the man's chest, glaring down at him with an almost sadistic gleam in his eyes. "You are lucky that you are a nobleman and will receive a trial. If you had been any other man, you would have ended up like that assassin." He was still in the view of the prince and the guests, and his lips twisted into a smirk as he stared down at the man beneath him. At that moment, the castle guards arrived and grabbed Lyon, hauling him away. Once the man was out of his sight, Lysander relaxed and the darkness in his eyes vanished.

 

The knight sighed and winced as he looked at his hands, seeing the blood staining the pure white gloves. He used the bottom of his cape to wipe the blood from his face--though some still remained--before he ran over to Aridon, who was being supported by Derin. Based on their expressions, they had seen the whole thing. Lysander's heart clenched; would Aridon hate him now, after seeing the side of him he tried so hard to hide? He mentally shook away his doubts and stood in front of the prince. His eyes were filled with concern, and once again he resembled the child he had once been.

 

"My Lord. Are you all right?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.

[海翔]

Aridon was busy trying to steady his own breathing as Derin held him up considering if not he, then who since it seemed Lysander had gone after the offender. Fortunately he would live, although it seemed his shoulder would be in some pain for quite awhile. Although he lifted his head in order to catch glimpses of what going on through the commotion, This time he wished that he had kept his eyes down. What he saw through pain filled eyes was Lysander holding the man to the wall with empty looking eyes. Aridon was shocked to say the least, he wasn't expecting this at all.

 

The blood that came from the now dead assassin had covered his knight and nearly made him hurl. As the body fell and Lysander moved on to capture the Traitor Aridon was left with a sense of dread. Was this what war did to people? Was this what the training and exposure to all the pain and suffering did? Even he, being prince, now king, had no idea how it was run. This was horrible and he hated how his friend behaved because of it, to be honest, it worried him.

 

After the whole event, The royal guard came and removed Lyon from the floor to be tossed in a cell below and Aridon was taken to be nursed by Maya. As he passed Lysander, he gave a grateful smile even though he still seemed to be in pain. "Great job, Thank you and keep it up." He said before continuing on his way to his bedroom. Although really he was filled with distress from all of it and fear crept into his mind that existed even after a few hours had passed and he was bandaged up and in his night clothes. "Hah~ It could've been a great party...I was looking forward to it. Not the betrayal." It must have been around 1 or 2 am now, he couldn't tell while glancing at the clock although he looked to the door where he knew that Lysander would be waiting outside of and wished he could freely call the other in.

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

[BlaqueCatt]

Lysander returned the smile and watched as the prince was escorted out of the room. Once he was gone, the smile faded. The guests were quietly filing out of the room, and occasionally one or two of them would give the knight looks of both fear and admiration. He ignored all of them, even Derin, who was trying to get his attention--he too seemed surprised by how much the man had changed--and made his way to the exit as well. He did not even spare a glance to the corpse that was currently being covered with a blanket by a group of servants. While on the outside he was as calm and composed as ever, inside he was going through an intense mental battle. He was sickened by what he had done, and he had hoped that after the war ended he would never have to experience it again. I guess I'll be stuck with this curse for longer yet. The alternate persona appeared to protect him, as someone as gentle as Lysander would never be able to take a life. It had been necessary for survival, and apparently it would continue to appear as long as he was required to fight.

 

My Lord...I hope you can forgive me for revealing such an ugly side of myself. His eyes were drawn to the blood that had soaked through his gloves, and it was then that he noticed his hands were shaking. He quickly looked away, swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth and making his way to his quarters. He would have been stationed in the barracks with the other soldiers, but because he was the King's personal guard, he had been given a simple room right next to the King's chambers. It had been a servant's room, but the servant had been removed once Lysander acquired his position.

 

The door to the room creak slightly as it opened, and the knight hoped that his Lord next door had not heard it. He shut the door behind him, and his knees almost gave out; it had been like this after each battle during the war. His entire body was trembling, and tears were pricking at the corners of his eyes. He was afraid for Aridon's safety, but he was more afraid of himself. Such a great man should not be in the presence of a monster like me. He closed his eyes and took a breath, trying to compose himself, but now that he was alone the tears fell freely. He stayed leaning against the wall for several moments, then pushed away and stumbled over to his wardrobe. He quickly shed his blood-stained clothes and put on clean black trousers, black boots, and a white long-sleeved shirt. The ribbon in his hair had fallen out during the chase, and because of this his hair became wet and stuck to his forehead as he washed his face in a basin, cleaning it of the blood.

 

Seeing the murky red water made his stomach lurch, and he averted his eyes, instead picking up a rag so he could wipe the blood from his daggers. Once the weapons were clean, he slid them back into the leather holders that were strapped to his arms beneath his sleeves and brushed the hair from his eyes. He stood still for a minute, taking deep breaths, before moving away from the table and exiting the room. He knocked on Aridon's room, calling out softly, "My Lord. I will be stationed outside of your room until you permit me to take my leave." He could only sleep, eat, and do other activities when given permission. Otherwise, he was at Aridon's side at all times.

[海翔]

Aridon had dragged himself from the bed hearing the other say that he would be just outside until told otherwise, only finding it difficult to sit up. Once he was on his feet however, he was fine, if anything, just a little shaken. Even for he this was an event he couldn't shake off, and he was only attacked. Quietly he walked over to his dresser before responding to the knight. "Alright, I won't keep you too long...Lysander." The kings eyes drifted over to the picture hanging above the dresser, the one of his Mother, father, and he. They were all smiling, and Aridon was holding a small rabbit plushie; and sure it seemed a bit girly, but he loved it because it was a gift. But for the life of him, he couldn't remember who gave it to him; and this frustrated him seeing as he treasured it.

 

In fact, the object in question was sitting underneath the picture. He held the slightly worn light blue animal in his hands and smiled nostalgically as he closed his eyes and recalled the day he got it. Ah...It was such a nice memory, if he recalled, it was just a few days before his 8th birthday..

 

Aridon woke up from his bed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Derin was moving about the room, opening the curtains and setting out clothes for the boy to wear. "Good Morning, My Lord. Time to awaken and get ready." The boy frowned, clearly still tired and he had the bed head of the year! However, despite this he got up and let Derin change his clothes and brush his hair down even though it still retained it wild style. It was like this nearly anyday, only this week was his birthday week and Aridon was very very excited!

 

After dressing Aridon ran from his room and down the west hallway to his mother and fathers room. It was then he slowly pushed the door open before looking at his mother, Lyla do her hair. "Mama, mama, mama! Today's the day that Lysander is coming over to stay for a few days isn't it?!" The boy eyes shone a brilliant Amber glow when he spoke of what he and his best friend had planned. "Yes dear, today is the day." The paler auburn haired woman paused before she smiled again. "Oh thats right! I have something to give you later... It's a gift from a mysterious admirer." she giggled watching him get a look of excited curiosity.

 

"Mama, it's not from a girl is it? I get scared when girls give me things..." He was referring to a time when this girl tried to give him something and nearly kissed him afterwards. "Even I don't know who its from, but look forward to it okay?" Lyla winked at him. She knew who it was from, and the person was on their way here, but she would never spoil the surprise like that. "hehe! Of course I will!"

 

Later that day, while he and Lysander were playing around in the grand foyer, Aridons mother came down carrying a small box. It was wrapped in a rather plain paper, but the ribbon was a pretty lavender color. "Mama is that it!?" He said popping his head over Lysanders' left shoulder since he was currently in the process of trying to hang from the boys shoulders even though Lysander had already told him it wouldn't work because Aridon was taller and he himself wouldn't be able to hold the weight. Lyla nodded and watched as he came over and grabbed the present before unwrapping it, while she cast a knowing glance at said friend.

 

When he pulled out the rabbit, at first he was confused seeing as it wasn't like he expected it; but then his eyes practically glowed as he hugged it. What? He was a sucker for rabbits. wern't most 7 or 8 year olds? Later he decided to name it a rather obnoxious name that didn't really make much sense. 'Lysidon' after a childish attempt to mash his and Lysanders names. {I hope this an Okay idea}

 

Aridon let out a small chuckle and then cursed because he bumped his shoulder on said dresser from earlier. "fuck" He hissed out before gingerly trying to get the pain to fade. He gave another look at the rabbit and sat it back on the dresser. He looked towards the door. "Oi, Lysander..." he sighed quietly. "Are you glad to be back? Because I wonder..." He smiled sadly. "If you would've rather stayed away." He wasn't sure why he was asking this, maybe it was because he wondered if the other came back just because Derin asked him too. "and ah...Do you know who gave me this rabbit? Mother never told me no matter how many times I asked."

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

[BlaqueCatt]

{It's an adorable idea~}

 

The tension in Lysander's body seemed to melt away when he heard the voice of the young king. It was soothing, and he allowed his eyes to slip shut as he leaned against the stone wall next to the door, his arms crossed over his chest. A quiet sigh slipped past his lips, and he rested his head against the wall, his body both physically and emotionally drained. If he focused only on the voice of the King, of his friend, he could imagine that they were kids again, curled up under a tent outside, thinking of nothing else but each other. It was as if he was being comforted by the King and had not just murdered someone in front of the person he cared about the most.

 

A small, tired smile appeared on his face when Aridon said his name in a tone that spoke only of affection, not of scorn or disgust. He was content to listen to that voice all night. However, when the question was asked, the smile was replaced with a frown and he stood up straight, turning to face the door. He placed a hand on the wood and leaned close so they could speak without anyone overhearing. "Your Highness." His voice was strained and confused. "Why on earth would you think that? I spent eleven years making my way back. My place is here...with you." Now his voice softened, and there were unspoken emotions contained there: warmth, undivided devotion, and perhaps even love. "Even if you hated me, I would stay by your side." There was no trace of deception in his words.

 

The mood was lightened slightly, though, when Aridon mentioned the rabbit. Lysander's gray eyes widened, and he let out a soft laugh, a smile splitting his face. He still has it. Unbelievable. The knowledge warmed his body, and he felt his heart tingle. The laughter continued for several moments. When he finally calmed down, his voice was light, gentle and cheerful, and sounded just like it had when they had been young. "She never told you? Forgive me, Sire, but that gift was from me. My mother sewed it."

[海翔]

Aridon smiled to himself hearing the other say that he made his way back just to stand at his side again. He could almost cry since his mother was right, He had found a wonderful person to call his friend. He could hear his mothers voice in his head as she spoke fondly: "Aridon, you've found a wonderful friend. One who will be with you until the day you pass, not many people find those. So, take care of him okay?" He wanted to tell her so, but unfortunately she passed two years ago from an illness. Thinking about the fact Lysander came back for him made him feel warm inside and brought a stupid look to his face.

 

Although the king nearly tripped on his way across the room towards the door when Lysander laughed at him and answered his other question. "You- I can hear you laughing Lysander!" He puffed heatedly in embarrassment. gah-! he was laughing at him because he held onto the rabbit! Although he was shocked, he didn't even consider that it came from Lysander. It was so girlish. Aridon felt a blush creep up to his face and he used his good arm to cover his face with his hand. This situation could not be good for his heart, which at the moment had sped up a bit. He had always wanted to thank the one who made that for him; hug them and share his joy about the animal...So it was his best friend huh?

 

There was a dull thud as Aridon leaned against the door, facing towards the window. "Ha, well that's unexpected...I love that thing." he hummed. "Aslo, we're alone. You don't need to use formalities...to be frank, it feels weird." he said. The moonlight poured into his room and reflected off his eyes, he always thought it was really pretty.

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

[BlaqueCatt]

The whitette's smile widened when he heard the king lean against the door on the other side. He removed his palm from the door and mirrored his friend's position so it was as if they had been standing back-to-back. With his arms crossed over his chest and one foot propped up against the door, the knight sighed in content and stared up at the ceiling with a rather faraway look in his light gray eyes. "I'm glad you feel the same way, Aridon." Lysander's relief at being able to say the others' name instead of a title was obvious. "It had been ingrained into me to say such things, but even then it didn't feel quite right." There was a moment of silence before the knight continued.

 

"I can't believe you still have it. The rabbit, I mean." His tone was fond, and in his mind's eye he could picture the day Aridon received the rabbit. The Queen had smiled at him and put a finger to her lips, and he had done the same with a quiet giggle; the little prince had been so preoccupied with the new toy that he hadn't noticed the conspiratorial looks the two had shared. "Your mother had told me to keep quiet about it, but I never would have expected her to keep you in the dark for so long." Once again, the smile dropped from his face and his expression became regretful.

 

"I...I want to apologize. For not being here when you needed me. The King and Queen...they were like my second parents." He almost choked on the words and had to swallow several times. "To think they would have accepted me into your life so easily...the dirty, uneducated son of a poor merchant." Now when he laughed, it held bitterness. "I truly am grateful."

[海翔]

Aridon listened to his friend talk, it was soothing having a conversation like this with him after so long. 11 years eh? Aridon was relieved when Lysander called him by his name and then went on about the rabbit. of course I still have it...and now im glad I do. he tilted his head to the side. "She probably expected you to tell me, being the gift giver and all" He said with a sigh as he ran his hand through his hair. Although when the other belittled himself, Aridon spun around and punched the door with his good hand. He had a sudden flare of anger that passed through him.

 

"You know I hate when you talk that way! Merchant son or not, Sure you didn't live in the greatest part of the kingdom; sure Mom had to teach you things, but you weren't uneducated completely. " Aridon relaxed slightly. "I thought I told you this already before you left; those things would never matter to me or them." He moved away from the door to pace back and forth. He really did hate when Lysander talked like this, when he talked as if he wasn't worthy of being Aridons friend, let alone knight. Then the crime that happened earlier in the knight, what the other did; even though he wanted to scream out because he hated death and bloodshed, could that be part of the reason the other was talking like this?

 

"I swear on the holy gods above that if you keep talking like that I'm gonna open this door and watch you fall on your ass." He cursed returning to the door and leaning his head on it. "then I might help you up and show you that I don't care"

Please Register/ Sign In, in order to see the links.

[BlaqueCatt]

Lysander was startled when the other slammed his hand against the door, and he reflexively moved away, turning around to stare at the object separating them with wide gray eyes. "Aridon..." He said the king's name softly, almost reverently; he had been the only one to think that way besides his mother and father. The other lords and ladies had gossiped about the young prince and his 'ruffian of a friend'. Even when they were children, barely even six years old, the people from the noble families that had business in the castle would send them rude, unnecessary remarks that they assumed would go right over the little ones' heads. While it was true that Lysander and Aridon had not understood the entirety of what had been said, they had recognized the scornful tone of voice and had been affected just as much as they would have been had they known what those big words meant.

 

The bitter look--one that was full of self-doubt--that had warped the young knight's face gradually faded as he took in his friend's words. ...and show you that I don't care. A new smile appeared, and he sighed, shaking his head lightly before resuming his place against the door, allowing his head to fall back against it with a dull 'thunk'. "This is why I am so grateful," he murmured, clearly remembering the several instances in which Aridon had gone to great lengths to protect him. Even if the prince had the chance of getting in trouble for his actions, he would do almost anything if his white-haired friend was involved.

 

"I can't believe the Queen allows her son to be in the presence of such a...a filthy mongrel," one of the ladies in a group of three muttered as they made their way down one of the castle corridors, fanning themselves and their obnoxious, brightly-colored dresses. They were pretending to talk quietly, but because the prince and said 'mongrel' were passing by--Lysander was chasing Aridon, trying in vain to retrieve a book the prince was keeping away from him--they raised their voices so the two children could overhear.

 

Both of the skidded to a stop, and briefly their faces were contorted by confusion. Then, upon seeing the smirks the ladies were giving him, realization dawned in Lysander's eyes, and tears began to rise to the surface. He sniffed, turning away from them and trying his hardest not to cry. Of course, Aridon, being the observant child that he was, noticed immediately. He dropped the book and went over to his friend--who at that time was several inches shorter than him--and pulled him into a hug, tucking his head under his chin, the short, straight white hairs tickling his skin. Lysander's small, bony shoulders shook, and soon enough his entire thin frame was trembling. Aridon glared at the ladies, and they were shocked to see the pure hatred in the amber eyes.

 

"Apologize to him!" the prince demanded, with authority that one would think only belonged to an adult male of nobility. The women hesitated, still in shock, taking in the scene before them. How could someone as wealthy and powerful as Aridon, who was dressed in the finest of clothes, protect someone who wore a dirty white shirt, ragged, patched, brown trousers, and no shoes? Their materialistic minds were unable to comprehend this, but because the prince looked as though he were about to burst, what with his red his face was, they decided to do as he asked, lest they be lectured by the Queen--or worse, Derin, who was like an overprotective uncle.

 

"I...we're sorry, Your Highness," they mumbled, quickly continuing down the hall.

 

"We can never go back to that time," Lysander murmured; for some reason, he was feeling especially depressed that night. Ever since adopting that second persona that appeared when he fought, his already precarious self-esteem had crashed, and for a while he had been lost in his own mind; something he had not told Aridon, which was also part of why he stayed with the old woman longer than he had to. She had helped him both physically and mentally, but she had also told him that the only way to heal completely was to go back to his most precious person. If he did that, he would be able to find himself again. No longer would he need to be a soldier or a knight or an aloof gentleman--he would only have to be himself. I look forward to that day...Aridon... Will you still accept me, despite what I have become? He did not realize that he had whispered that final part aloud, assuming that the prince was too far away to hear him.