Bachus nodded. He was not one to speak without reason. Now that that troublesome prince was gone, there was no need to put his thoughts into words. Frey couldn't understand much about body language. Either that, or he just loved to push everyone's buttons. After a second of thinking, the sorcerer detmined it was probably a mixture of the two. 

Adjusting his robes so they were comletely straight and wrinke-free, he tapped a foot to the ground. Putting up a hand in a silent farewell, the wise old sorcerer calmly at rode out of the room. He couldn't imagine what Asbel would do- he divine creature was not easy to read. Attacking Frey would be idiotic, and the king and queen might get somewhat upset. Somewhat- they didn't really care about Frey, either. Chuckling slightly, Bachus made his way back to his tower. 

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Frey bit his lip nervously. While the initial pain was clouded by his malice, it was throbbing now, and he really didn't want it to scar. If nothing else, he still retained his charming appearance. Turning his head quickly as the door burst open, Frey's eyes met the ones of one of the castle servants, Aren. Unlike all the other nobles in the castle, Frey hadn't any personal assistants. Why? Well, because 'Only well-behaved princes get person all servants'! 

Quite honestly, that wasn't the real reason. It was truly that nobody would volunteer to be around him more than required. He made their lives a living hell anyways, but if they had to wait on him hand and foot all the time... 

Well, they'd lose their sanity rather quickly, that much was for sure. Frey almost sighed in relief when he realized it was Aren. The boy was only a few months younger than him, and was one of the lower servants who actually had to deal with him. Frey saw him as a nice guy who he didn't hate as much as he hated everyone else. The only other people who deserved that honor was the castle oracle, some other servants and surprisingly, one of his brother's dragon. 

Normally, he would refuse help, but his hand was really hurting. It was how he had bonded with the dragon. The dragon saw his more innocent side that was only unveiled when he was hurt. As such, Frey tried not to be hurt when around others, but in this situation it couldn't be helped. "Please... Aren... can you help me? I beg of you, Aren, please don't tell anyone about this!" He said in a genuine, polite voice that wasn't akin to him. "And don't get Bachus, either!" He added. Blushing profusely, he was embrassed at having to beg his servant.