A chuckle escaped Lethonel's lips as his brother ruffled his already messy hair, something that the crown prince often did to cheer him up.  [color=bc8dbf]"Thank you, Alistair."[/color]  he sighed calmly before the old geezer pulled the both of them in for an awkward yet, oddly, warm hug that sent the youngest prince's cheek colliding with his brother's.  Alistair was much too tall for them, as it would seem.  Still, it was a good start to their morning-- a pretty good start in a long time.  Then, his father took leave, opting to escort his mother to the dining hall.  Oh, how Lethonel admired Queen Lucinda.  Her poise, her elegance rivaled that of the proudest monarchs of all history, and more!  She needn't raise a sword to intimidate her enemies as her tongue and words were already knives and daggers themselves.  She need not use magic (though, she certainly was blessed with one) to freeze those who oppose her, for her eyes were petrifying enough.  That was Queen Lucinda, an immovable object, and an unstoppable force at the same time.  He had tried to imitate his mother as well, but to no avail.  He couldn't lash out at anybody, he couldn't glare at anyone.  People never take him seriously except when he's writing.  Well, it was to be expected from someone who couldn't even train for five minutes without panting like a dying duck that had its wings shot.  

However, Alistair, [i]the[/i] Alistair, the proud crown-prince of Celakor, had praised him and told him otherwise!  To think low of himself when his brother had bestowed such kind words would be an insult to Alistair himself.  Thus, Lethonel shook his head of these thoughts as he merely grinned widely at the mention of Rida stealing the cheese.  Now, that was an understatement at best.  Forget the cheese!  Rida would steal anything she wanted.  It was something that made meal times...  enjoyable.  No king, no queen, no prince, no princess... just a father, a mother, and their children.  [color=bc8dbf]"Indeed.  Although, I would wager that she has already done that, brother."[/color]  Lethonel replied before an intense bout of horrid coughs ravaged his throat, causing the prince to fall to the ground in a panting heap.  It took minutes just for Lethonel to get a hold of himself, and by this time, he was flushed red due to the shame he had felt.  [color=bc8dbf]"I...  apologize..."[/color]  he breathed slowly before wobbling slightly on his feet as he got up.  The prince shook his head, pulling out a small cloth towel which he used to wipe the streaks of saliva that ran around his lips and chin.  [color=bc8dbf]"S-sorry f-for that, Alistair.  Come, let us be on our way."[/color]  Lethonel smiled when one of the servants approached him, attempting to aid the prince's unstable gait.  

[color=bc8dbf]"I am not going to die, Rhem.  You need not trouble yourself."[/color]  Lethonel waved his hand to the servant as he placed his hand on the rapier in an attempt to look strong.  He turned to his brother with a nod, gesturing for them to go to the dining hall where Rida would most probably be waiting for them.  Thus, Lethonel walked onwards, although there were some lapses in his rhythem, and took a few seconds to observe the majestic architecture of their castle.  [color=bc8dbf]"The sun, the moon...  just like father and mother."[/color]  Lethonel remarked upon seeing a fine carving of the sun and the moon that were locked in an eternal dance of balance.  Then, he shook his head, opting to continue the journey towards the dining hall.

Soon, Lethonel arrived at the dining hall, bowing to the servants that were present in the room.  Lethonel hesitated to take his seat, opting to wait for his parents to arrive.  Although, he wondered where Rida could be...  Did she escape again?  The prince shook his head in silent disappointment.  This could be the first time in months that the entire family could be together....  would Rida really miss that?  

But, a greater problem was at hand.  The food...  those were not the ones he fancied...  His eyes secretly dropped as he wished for something sweet like honey-battered fish or something-- just anything sweet!  Still, he had no right to complain.  Others had no food to eat, and here he was acting like an infant.  No, he had not done anything significant for the kingdom, and thus, he had no right to voice his concerns.  Lethonel steeled himself as he looked at the royal cooks, bowing to them to show his appreciation of the supposedly sumptuous meal.  However, his eyes darted to the main door, seemingly awaiting the arrival of the chosen of the Sun and Moon-- his mother and father.  [color=bc8dbf]"You think that father and mother will be available for us to be able to dine together?  Usually, one of them is busy... or one of us.  This is the first time in months since we last saw each other in the same room, Alistair."[/color]  Lethonel expressed his hope, combing his hair back in a similar fashion to his brother.  [color=bc8dbf]"I would hate to miss this."[/color]