The Prince's immediate compliance sets the soldier on edge more than ever. [i]'He seemed almost overjoyed at the prospect, and after saying all that about war, there is no way he's actually happy about the idea. . .'[/i] Putting his worries on the back burner Akito follows behind his betrothed, his gaze darting this way and that with every mural and servant they pass. He gets an oddly uneasy feeling when passing a certain maid that almost makes him stop and get a better look, however he resists the urge and continues after the prince. [i]'It's just a feeling. It could mean nothing. . .I don't want to cause a scene over nothing more than a feeling, and it's obvious he wants me to follow without question. . .'[/i]

Lost in thought he stops automatically and once more comes to attention before even realizing why they stopped. Looking at the elderly woman Akito senses peace and kindness in her eyes and flashes her a half smile when she addresses him. The 'Sir' feels odd on his ears, however he accepts it and goes back to staring at the ground as he waits for them to move on. [i]'This may be my home now, but I am not yet a part of this. These two. . . They almost sound like father and I when off duty'[/i] The thought brings another smile to his lips, just as weak as the last but with a touch of a gleam in his eyes. The old woman notices this and chuckles softly as they continue on their way.

Every time a servant bows, Akito bows in return, mostly earning him looks of confusion, or giggles and whispering. [i]'I'm sure they all know who I am by now. I guess it's odd to think of someone bowing to them, since they are servants and all, but. . .It's just polite! I don't see why everybody doesn't return a bow. . .'[/i] Once they arrive he offers Hiro a bow before walking past him, his steps slow and a bit reverent. He can't help feeling the energy of those who have used this room before him. He's never trained indoors before, all of his training done on the warpath, however the feel of it is enough to relax him, if only a little bit.

His eyes drift over the scrolls on the walls outlining the base of the discipline used in this dojo, the blade held high in honor, the practice swords he's never really had the chance to use. He smiles warmly, a sparkle coming to his eyes as he begins, for the first time since entering the palace, feeling that just maybe he'll be able to call this place home. Turning back to the man in the doorway his smile does not fade and he offers a bow from the waist to show his gratitude. Standing back up a touch of his shyness returns in the form of a light blush. 

“Thank you for bringing me here highness. I would. . .Like to stay here for a bit. There is a lot of. . . Familiar. . .” He casts about for the right words for a moment. “This place has an energy that comforts me.” His gaze drops, Hoko poking his head out as if he too can feel the energy and is curious about it. Reaching up he scratches behind the beast's ears. “I am a child of war, and I have no shame in that.” He murmurs softly, his eyes still on his pet, unable to bring his gaze back up to Hiro's. [i]'Though I may be tempting fate, the sooner we learn about each other, the sooner we can try actually getting to know one another. . .'[/i]