Tempest followed after Talea and Angelo. Triton trotted beside Angelo. As for Angelo, he was walking quietly down the halls, most of which were hard to follow, confusing if you didn't know the lay out of the kingdom. He comes across a room that was heavily chained and blocked by various spells, but he payed it no mind as he moved to a door at the end of the hall that was marked with his symbol. His hand touched the door and it flowed faintly for a moment before it clicked open. He pushed it open easily and waited for Angelo to go through first. "Your things are on the left side of the room."
A simple bed, as well as a chest and clothing. That was about it. The room as a whole was beautiful though, decorated with deep browns and blacks with hints of red and amber. The bed was huge and in a more circular shape rather than a rectangle, a huge balcony that looked over the kingdom, facing the sun. In the corner there was a desk filled with maps, notes, letters, and endless books all stacked neatly in their shelves. He removed his wreath and set it on his desk. "Get dressed." Was all he said before settling at the desk and beginning to scribble away into a journal. "A fair warning if you try to open the door by yourself, you will lose fingers. Only people with permission may open it." Tempest and Triton both hopped onto their masters bed, curling up as their master worked.
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Talea was relieved when he saw the balcony outside the room, warm light coming in and filling the hole in his belly wonderfully. However, he was getting thirsty after so long alone, he hadn’t noticed it before but the need for water was almost overpowering. He’d rip Angelo’s heart out and drink the blood if he had to. But this was no time for thoughts like that. Talea sighed, and looked to Angelo. “I don’t see why you took the trouble of getting me naked when all you’re doing now is ordering me to dress. I thought you’d be more barbaric than this, but I suppose I should be grateful that you’re letting me keep some of my dignity.” he grumbled, pulling on a long rusty orange-red tunic that came down to his knees and a pair of similarly colored pants from the clothes pile by the large chest. Talea then curled up by the dogs once more, whispering apologies to Triton and Tempest. The clothes were far from uncomfortable like he’d expected them to be, they were actually quite lovely to the touch and though they were simple, Talea liked simple, he didn’t mind. “Sorry for pushing you two away. You’re good dogs, after all, not mean like stupid Angelo.”
Angelo worked quietly at his desk, his eyes never leaving his paperwork. "If I had a say in the matter no one would know of your existence." He replied shortly. "It was my mother's idea. As for barbarians, it is my people that believe your kingdom is made of brutes and marauders." He rolled his eyes, removing his cape and draping it over his chair before returning to work. "Furthermore, keep quiet I have work I need to finish." He looked… Semi peaceful as he sat there. Diligently writing, occasionally standing to grab a book and flip through it, write something down, and then return to his desk, or glance at a map and continue writing. He just… Simply ignored Talea for the most part. Barely acknowledged his existence. As for the dogs, Triton gently curled up around Talea, licking gently at his fingers or nudging his hand occasionally in comfort. As for Tempest, much like her master, she ignores Talea for the most part, but allowed him to pet her as she curled up around his legs.
“Sure, sure, your work is very important but have you considered… that I’m bored? There’s nothing to do here except stare at the ceiling and hope I don’t die of thirst, even if I technically won’t. Honestly, you’re ridiculous if you think I’m not going to just jump off that balcony right now and put an end to my misery. I don’t care what your stupid mother thinks, I hope she hates you for it. Honestly, she probably doesn’t even care about me at all, but hey, that makes two of us, right? Your kid sister gave me a couple of clues as to why you’re such a sociopath, you know.” Talea ranted, giving the dogs scratches behind the ears.
He glanced at the other. " If you're bored, you can read, play with the dogs or keep yourself busy. As for jumping off of the balcony it isn't option, in fact it isn't even possible. Magic keeps anyone from getting in and out unless you have permission." He says simply. "As for my kid sister, she only knows what I allow her to see… She goes through enough." He shuts his book and moves on to another. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "Just keep quiet and let me work." He returned to scribbling on the paper.
“Yeah, but I’d rather mess with you because the sooner you kill me, the better. Honestly, you’re so boring, you’re not even going to torture me a little?” Now that the initial shock was over, Talea was done being the sweet, demure prince everyone expected him to be. He was going to make Angelo’s life hell, and he was going to do it with pleasure. “Just cut my head off or something, idiot. It’s not that hard.”
"I could torture you, however I'm not petty and quite frankly, you jabbering just makes me more sure about you." He gave an amused snort and rolled his eyes. The door opened again and Anastasia peeked in. He glanced at his little sister and he once again softened. "Ana. You know the rules." She signed something and his eyes narrowed, signing something back. He nods and motions towards the bed, specifically the dogs. "I'll be back shortly." He glanced at Talea. "Keep an eye on Ana." He orders darkly. There was the violence that was present in his eyes when Talea first woke up, there was the anger. Ana moved to the bed avoiding Talea but curling up with Tempest.
Talea grumbled. “… won’t even do me the favor of killing me off and ending my misery, and now I have to babysit? That’s fucked.” he said under his breath, turning his face away from Anastasia so she couldn’t see his words. He then turned to the girl again and sighed. “So, what’s going on even that Angelo has to storm out in a murderous rage again and ruin our evening plans of me irritating him until he or I drops dead?”
The door slammed harshly behind him as he left. Anastasia visibly winced at his words, apparently she was still able to hear, just not speak. She sniffled softly and just curled up more into Tempest. Some hair from her neck fell and it revealed the tip of a burnmark. She just kept quiet and hugged onto Tempest. She didn't want to think or realize what her brother was going to do. Triton whined softly, sensing her distress.