mj and ice's excellent roleplay adventure

Will nods softly, accepting the boy's apology before continuing his work straightening Kazimir's wardrobe. The pieces are surprisingly subtle and scarce compared to what William would've assumed for a king. There must be a second closet somewhere, he rationalizes internally. This has to be day-to-day wardrobe. In this massive palace, there's likely an entire room three times the size of his house. Hell, if there's a room for the king's party clothes, who knows what other treasures these doors could hold. "Ivan," Will addresses, still halfway in the wardrobe. "How well do you know the palace?"

Will turns to the boy, fixing him with a heavy stare. "Could you take me to… Somewhere else?" His hands fall from the group of clothes, brushing against the silken fabric in the process. "Is there a store room nearby?" The bedroom may be beautiful and fascinating, but Will's increasingly getting bored and his itch to adventure is only multiplying.

"I want to know what Kazimir does," Will states as if it's nearly obvious. "A store room? Things from old parties, memoirs, old portraits." He waves his hand in a repeated circular motion, relaying the list could go on and on. "Things that aren't used for the palace anymore…" He briefly trails off. "An archive, perhaps?"

Will sighs, quickly carding his fingers through his hair. "I'm fully aware of what Kazimir does." It's a… half-lie. There's the few facts that he's positive of - Kazimir's a king, a cruel one, and likes to maim and kill and take full control of whatever he lays his eyes on. It's been the same in every life. Will doesn't expect fate to switch it up on him anytime soon. "And please don't call me a concubine. The term feels degrading," He adds. "I just would like to see an archive of sorts. Something that holds some history of these lands."

"I've been to the library," Will mutters, but mainly for himself. He made a beeline for the horticulture books as soon as he entered, not really bothering to search around more. "Library. Yes. There." He snaps his fingers.

Will blinks at the actual people he sees in the halls. Kaz must have taken him through some sort of backrooms or something because even these halls feel slightly different than the last. Well, that or Kazimir quite literally cleared out any hallway he was about to enter with whatever Snake Magic he has. Will slightly purses his lips, but the library arrives soon enough. The path was quite simple. He hopes to remember it.

"Which way to the historical section?" Will inquires, taking in the library for the second time that day. "Preferably recent history. Biographies, memoirs, testimonies…" An idea dawns on him. "Architecture of the castle?" A map would certainly be helpful.

Will hums softly, concealing his disappointment. He'll eventually figure his way around this maze. After all, if he's going to die here, he's going to die knowing where the hell everything is. He carefully follows behind the servant, noting how he seems to curl his wings into himself. Will wonders if he's ever shunned for having them. It's been a long while since he's met a winged fellow - if the cloudy memories from past lives are enough to truly go off of. "Thank you," Will says quietly.

William nods, pausing a moment to take in this new sector of the library. The room's much larger than it had initially let on. He slowly begins to approach the center of the room, turning in a slow circle to take in the titles on the shelves. His gaze hesitates on the window. How many of the Fae outside know of his existence? Zero, probably. Excluding Kazimir and the guards that dragged him here in the first place, but he's really not trying to think about them too much.

"Do you know where I can find more recent anecdotes?" Will asks in a similar hushed tone. The history section is large, and - if Will's being completely honest with himself - he doubts he can even begin to figure out where to start.

Slowly, Will approaches the bookshelves Ivan had gestured to. The spines read various different things, some clearly more biased than others. "Anything on Kazimir's life?" He asks eventually, swiping his fingers over the spines as if one would suddenly speak to him. "Or any recent wars? I'm afraid I'm not versed well on the history of the land."

"Yes, yes, the emperor," Will huffs, indignant towards the title. His annoyance is quickly snapped away, staring at the lone title sitting on the shelf. "Only one?" He hisses, quickly snatching the book off its resting place. "Would've thought the egotistical bastard would've had more on himself," he grumbles, only really half-caring that he said the last bit aloud. Upon Ivan's direction to the recent war memoirs, Will briefly glances towards them. He'll get those at a later date.

Will sighs, sparing the man a quick glance. "I think this is all I need from the library, thank you, Ivan." With that, Will turns on his heel and slowly begins to make his way out of the history section – however, the vast window catches his attention once more. The Fae mill about outside, books and journals in their hands, smiles on their faces. Ah, intellectuals, Will muses softly. He wonders if he could ever pick their brains for their Fae knowledge. (The real question is if Kazimir would even let William near them.)

Will purses his lips. "I'd rather not revisit the bedroom." It feels like a prison, He wants to add, but he holds his tongue. "What's that's area outside?" Will points to the area through the window, to the group of Fae sharing their knowledge with the others. Hell, is that a picnic basket? How long has it been since he's eaten?

(sorry about the wait i was unexpectedly swamped this weekend and just barely got around to this!!!)

Will blows a piece of hair from his eyes and turns to face the servant. "I'm not asking if I can go out there." He knows his place. He knows when to interact. "I'm just asking what is out there." He turns back to watch the Fae for a brief moment. "As in, is it annexed to the garden at all?" The flowerbeds are actually quite lovely. Will's fingers itch for his pencil.

Will nods, glancing over the garden one last time before moving on. He'll have to find that passageway. The geraniums and hyacinths there were lovely. He would have to find them one night, sketch them in lanturnlight. "Thank you," He says, though monotonous in tone, he really does mean it. The servant has been useful to Will, though he does wish that he would loosen up. The tension riding in the teen's shoulders transfers over to Will just looking at them.