Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2013 0:19:43 GMT -6
It was such a lovely day out. The air was heavy with the scent of dried olive branches and hot sand, and despite the season it was still warm enough to have no need for a heave coat. Perks of the region the young Prince supposed but it was a fine enough time as any to take his afternoon meal to the courtyard.
The table was set decoratively with fine china and silverware, as Lance sat himself to a light meal of flat bread, strong cheese and fruit tarts. He wasn't a glutton by any means, being quite vain for someone his age. Last thing he wanted to be was to become fat like the kings in the old portraits, from beyond both his and his fathers time. He couldn't understand why they even bothered having them at all- they were new bloods, a new generation. To hell with the past, what good will it do them now?
He took a small bite of his meal, taking a glance back at the servant standing quietly behind him, awaiting for anything the young master may need.
A napkin was dropped, landing just under the table legs and dutifully the servant went to fetch it so he may replace it with a fresh one. Once he was lowered onto his knee, the young Prince poured his hot tea over the fools head, grinning maliciously and only laughed when the other scuttled back in shock and pain of the hot liquid over the bare skin of his neck.
"Oh look at you," he cooed in a cruel tone. "Dirtied yourself in the presence of your Prince. What have you to say?"
To avoid punishment, the servant bowed stiffly. It wasn't the first time. It wouldn't be the last. "Forgive me sire, permission to take leave to clean my-"
"Don't be so stupid," he interrupted. Lance dropped his tea cup and smiled in a amused manner when it was caught before shattering on the floor. "Obviously I need a new drink so pour me a fresh cup. Don't you know you should serve your master before serving yourself?"
The table was set decoratively with fine china and silverware, as Lance sat himself to a light meal of flat bread, strong cheese and fruit tarts. He wasn't a glutton by any means, being quite vain for someone his age. Last thing he wanted to be was to become fat like the kings in the old portraits, from beyond both his and his fathers time. He couldn't understand why they even bothered having them at all- they were new bloods, a new generation. To hell with the past, what good will it do them now?
He took a small bite of his meal, taking a glance back at the servant standing quietly behind him, awaiting for anything the young master may need.
A napkin was dropped, landing just under the table legs and dutifully the servant went to fetch it so he may replace it with a fresh one. Once he was lowered onto his knee, the young Prince poured his hot tea over the fools head, grinning maliciously and only laughed when the other scuttled back in shock and pain of the hot liquid over the bare skin of his neck.
"Oh look at you," he cooed in a cruel tone. "Dirtied yourself in the presence of your Prince. What have you to say?"
To avoid punishment, the servant bowed stiffly. It wasn't the first time. It wouldn't be the last. "Forgive me sire, permission to take leave to clean my-"
"Don't be so stupid," he interrupted. Lance dropped his tea cup and smiled in a amused manner when it was caught before shattering on the floor. "Obviously I need a new drink so pour me a fresh cup. Don't you know you should serve your master before serving yourself?"