章節 2: Chapter 2
•Celestial Realm ~ Nym
•Golden Castle
•The Year of the Rose
Jade didn't even look bothered at his emotional outburst and Sol just sighed hopelessly, there was no changing his situation.
"You say that every time things don't go your way." He murmured absently. "Scrub his collar bone." He pointed to a cleaning attendant.
"Ow! Don't poke my neck!" Sol complained. "But it never works."
Jade just hummed thoughtfully, leaning closer to carefully inspect said collar bones. "Maybe you should try something else."
Sol just threw his hands up, uncaring that he splashed the bathwater everywhere. "That's it! I'm done with this bath." He ordered coldly, glaring at the cleaning attendant in front of him that was still brandishing a sponge.
"B-But Your Grace…" One of the cleaning attendants stuttered and Sol felt slightly bad at his actions but it only lasted a while, he was getting what he wanted even if it was just a little thing, like ending his own bath time when he wanted to.
"No buts or I'm getting out of this torture bowl and going back to bed."
"You would just get the sheets wet." Jade pointed out, still not taking him seriously.
"I am past twenty for Nym's sake!" He exploded, shooting out of the bath. "Stop treating me like a child!"
"Is this because you didn't get to visit the gardens?" Jade asked respectfully and Sol just gave up, why did he even try, they all saw him as a fangless kitten but he was going to break out of the monotonous lifestyle even if it killed him, all he needed was a plan.
"No… wait, if I say yes, would you let me go?" He asked seriously, it was ridiculous. The gardens in question surrounded the castle he was trapped in and he couldn't even walk there anytime he wanted.
"I wish I could." Jade said in a soft, sad voice. "But His Royal Majesty clearly stated…"
"Can I see the King then?" He interrupted thoughtfully, his head working double time to come up with a plan.
"W-What?" Jade spluttered, even coughing a little.
"In the King's guidelines concerning my care, he never stated that I couldn't visit him, as a matter of fact, I don't even need his permission to visit him." He said grandly and luckily didn't stutter even though he was practically pulling all his words out of thin air.
"B-Bu-But…" Jade stuttered harder.
Sol just stepped out of the bath and allowed the cleaning attendants to drape a robe over him. "It is time to wash my hair, is it not?" He asked in a composed voice even going the extra mile to put in a lot of unnecessary words as is required of High-Borns, and an crisp upper-crust accent
"Y-Yes, I suppose it is." Jade replied, comporting himself. "Attendants?" He clapped quietly and Sol was led to where he would wash his hair, actually just a comfortable low stool with a curved backrest where he could lean back his head over a basin placed behind the chair.
Washing his hair always helped him think so it was with a serene smile he got up after his hair had dried and brushed so much that it shone.
He walked back into the room and the scurrying started, he preferred to close his eyes at this part because the flurry of attendants running around to dress him up made him dizzy and made his head ache.
Jade was indeed serious about getting him to the meeting before he was irreparably late because in record time he was ready.
He was dressed in pale gold baggy pantaloons and kid slippers, with a tunic over it, the tunic was split by the sides to show off his pantaloons. Next was the inner robe, a thick, solid type material that was supposed to make him look regal, it sounded like an untruth to Sol.
Finally came the embroidered robe, a horrible affair. It was heavy and it made him itch even with all the layers of clothes he wore inside, lastly, his waist long hair was piled on his head and held there with the Royal Crest.
He would most likely die if he had to run very far in this attire, but that would never happen because as soon as his legs stepped out of his castle, man-powered, hand-held carriages would appear.
He wasn't fat but he was horribly out of shape from the lack of physical exercise, actually, he was delicate, almost small and most times he wished he looked different because maybe then, his restrictions would be so many.
The other princes had a semblance of freedom but he was chained to his castle by the decree of the King.
"Your Grace? Would you like to have a small meal before you proceed?" Jade asked, bowing slightly.
Sol barely let him continue his sentence before replying. "No, thank you." He said firmly, that small meal was merely semantics, he would walk into the dining room to find a banquet set for ten. "I'll eat after the meeting." He decided, making for the doorway of his chambers.
The most unnerving part of everything was the walk out of the castle, Sol didn't see the need of making it out into a parade, his attendants would line up behind him in rows of two as he made his way out of the wide carpeted hallway that led into the large foyer and out the front of the castle.
He didn't like it but it was a necessary evil that he had no option or ability to get rid of.
"And once again I ask for the umpteenth time." He whispered to Jade who walked directly behind him, Jade walked alone because he was the Head of attendants at the castle. "Why can't I walk out of my house all by myself?"
"It's protocol, Your Grace." Jade hummed in satisfaction, finding a morbid pleasure in his own achievements and apparently, Sol's discomfort.
Sol just swallowed his sassy remark, he would have to be on his best behavior if he wanted his plan to work and that would include behaving properly at the meeting too. He stifled a groan, this was the start of another endless day.
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