[b]Jan[/b]

It was a well known fact that the Prince did not enjoy drinking wine, especially the wines served to the royals. He claimed that it was far too sweet for him to handle but he would take sips from his goblet when he felt the need to drink something. But why was he stumbling around like he had drank most of the wine? The servants that cleared and cleaned the now messy table had to wonder if perhaps tonight he had indulged more than he usually did. In any case they went back to their task at hand, allowing the Prince and the Galorien woman some time to talk among themselves. 

"That may be wise," he said to the woman as he leaned on her. Jan had allowed enough f his weight to stay off of her in fear that he would crush her. He wasn't the biggest man there was but Jan was no twig either. The woman beside him was much smaller and frailer looking, which made the Prince worry deeply. "I usually don't get like this...which is strange because I didn't have much wine at all...it must have been the age of the wine or something." Jan tended to ramble when he became nervous. He was quite nervous being so close to someone he had never met before. The Prince was never all that good with strangers, at least not like how his brother was at least. 

"So tell me, Dawn...what do you think of Nicaea? It's a beautiful land. I'd love a chance to see more of it though." The Prince was, like any other royal, essentially a prisoner in his own home...if it could be called that. Weren't homes supposed to bring you comfort? Jan never felt totally comfortable within his chambers in the castle which was why he spent most of his days and nights hiding away in his workshop. The topic was often brushed under the rug for royals must always appear to be happy and content locked away within their stone walled castles and away from fresh air and sunlight. As they walked, Jan tried to keep as much weight off of her as possible which resulted him in walking with what appeared to be a limp. 

[b]Risey[/b]

After drawing the bath for the Empress, like she had been instructed to do, Risey poured in scented oils into the water before leaving. On the Empress's bed was a delicate burgundy silk nightgown with a single white bow that would settle between the breasts. Soon the Empress had entered the room and Risey aided her in taking the delicate strings of pearls out of her hair and unzipping her dress before folding it for the other servants to take later. "I'll be fine, Risey. You go and eat." The Empress told her. It was customary for the servants to eat not long after their masters for soon they would have their time to tend to their own hygine and clothes. The Empress smiled widely, "Tonight I shall ask my husband to comb my hair for me." She said in a low whisper. Risey's cheeks colored pink and she only shook her head as the Empress laughed. It was a little awkward knowing so much about the sex life of the royals. It was bad enough knowing that Risey would oversee the servants who cleaned their chambers and changed the bed sheets that were in dire need of being washed constantly. 

Risey left the Empress with a bow before hurrying out of the room. She reached the room of Prince Sighart in no time and she contemplated going inside before she remembered her place as a servant and a spy. There would be another time for her to get her precious moths or even another flying creature into his room for surveillance. Patiently she waited after knocking on the door to his chambers. The other servants walked past with hurried steps. No doubt they would begin to talk for what was Risey, the personal servant of the Empress, doing at the heir's door at night when she should be finishing her duties before getting her dinner?