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It was an adequate construction, but that was to be expected.

Though the Eastern House may be largely unimpressive, its Knight-Commander one who had yet to prove himself in any meaningful way, it was important to at least establish a veneer of equality between all four Houses. The distance from the waterfall made for an easier sleep at night, and its positioning meant that it would stay cooler during the summer months. A tranquil courtyard served as a place of respite; the ramparts offered vistas of the new world that they would inhabit.

Rossweine took his key without comment, deigning to nod once at the scar-eyed knight who was relegated to such a meager duty. It was too long a day for too pointless a job. It would have been simpler work for only squad captains to be called up, given keys to distribute and rooms to announce. Pointless busywork, but times of peace called for justifications of employment, and perhaps the walls were already full of knights, Royal or otherwise.

The other members of the squad were eager enough to get going, of course. Julian moved with a haste just slow enough that he wouldn’t risk incurring any collisions along the way, the fair Dot was so swift that it was a blink-it-or-miss-it moment, Signar’s length of stride propelled him naturally to the vanguard of his peers, and neither of the three ‘prodigies’ of Squad 13 looked to wish to be beaten when it came to arriving at their dorms either. It left Rossweine with Zenshin in the end, and after a slow dipping of his head, the prince too strode off, his steps unperturbed by the chaos that was new initiates in new territory.

A view of the inner courtyard was to be pleasant, and outside of one particular duo, the rooming arrangements were predictable. Rossweine paused briefly outside of Room 4. Nathaniel and Julian. A blighted couple, especially when the son of the Lothwrens was already pushing for a duel of honor. A pity. From behind Nathaniel’s back, the prince caught Julian’s eyes, just long enough to shake his head once. Then, he strode off once more, seeking his own room.

14-2-2.

So he would be with the boy from under the wall. Beds on both sides, and more importantly, separate wardrobes. There was space too, beneath the woodframed beds, to fit his cases, and there would be room on the walls to hammer in some racks. Small, of course. Smaller than even rooms that housed the servants back in the Welrimelle Estate. But there was a window, and the barracks were only two stories tall to begin with. He turned to Kai, bundled up already in the bed he claimed as his own.

[b]“Hello.”[/b]

And then, Rossweine opened up the windows, letting in the aroma of sun-kissed pines into the stale, stony place. A deep breath. Just one to clear his thoughts and reaffirm the present that he lived. With the exhale, he extended his head out of the window and looked upwards. Ramparts above, fortifications made smooth by the stonecarver’s labour, then picked away by the passage of time. One hand stroked the work, skin snagging against the rough textures.

Indeed, adequate.

He pulled back into the room, a faint blush over his cheeks.

[b]“I won't be here often, Kai, so treat it as yours. But leave my wardrobe alone.”[/b]