The Royal Chambers look better than I could have possibly imagined. They are large and roomy with beautifully upholstered furniture and absolutely elegant drapery. Each aspect of it looks perfectly placed, from the lovely rich silks that pool off of the seating and drape off the bed to the satin curtains which line the entrance to the balcony.

It is lovely and striking all at once, and it makes me both want to touch everything and nothing. Given the choice I’m not sure which I would choose, laying in the thickly mattressed bed or continuing to stand in the doorway to and admiring the scene before me.

In all honesty this would probably be the most amazing thing I had ever seen, if it weren’t for the coloring of the walls who’s brightly adorned paper appears to be mocking me. Knowing the prince, it most likely is.

The walls are very obviously enchanted so that they appear a lovely shade of walnut while people are present, but turn a dark shade of violet the second they leave. The color is like a slap in the face and even if it weren’t for the fact that Pheles seems to be the only other person who can stand in the room without the purple color disappearing, I would have guessed that he was behind it.

Stupid, spoiled, little, prince-ling. Where does he get off doing whatever he frickin' wants all the damn time?

“Something wrong?” The aforementioned prince-ling asks with a teasing smile that even a deaf person could pick up from the candor of his voice.

Yes, something is in fact wrong! I want to shout at him, but attempting to do so would yield very little results if any, so I settle instead for shooting him a dirty look. This only makes him laugh however and I am left standing in the large room with my perfectly delivered jab being unforgivably undermined.

“Well, If there is something wrong do speak up and I’ll have it taken care of immediately.” He pronounces in a polite manner that I don’t believe for a moment. He’s messing with me, knowing full well that I won’t answer him.

“Terrific.” He guffaws in a mockingly light tone. “I was so worried you might have found something unpleasant and after I carefully oversaw the decoration of this room.” He finishes with a proud smirk and I have half a mind to shove him off another balcony.

You are the worst. I try to tell him, but he just bats his eyes at me and sends me an innocent looking grin.

“Oh, there's no need to praise me. I mean, I know I am your oh so perfect prince who can do no wrong, but underneath that, I am just a man who has his flaws the same as any other. If those flaws happen to be the fact that I am too perfect, then so be it.” He boasts proudly with a flourish of his hand.

I make a face at him. I’m not sure exactly what I hoped to convey with it, but it must have been something to behold if his returning look is any indication.

“I’d really like to meet whoever taught you to take a joke.” He asks and I scoff.

You really should, I think you’d get along nicely. I roll my eyes sarcastically, but I guess there is only so much that can be communicated with a look because he just squints at me for a minute before seeming to give up.

This is why I don’t like communicating with people who don’t know me well, they’re all idiots who don’t take the time to try to understand me properly. It’s like being a brick wall, no one gets you but that doesn’t mean you don’t have something important to say. I think most would probably understand, if they would only bother to look carefully.

“Well in any case whoever it was really failed.” He goes on and I roll my eyes in his direction.

You’re telling me. I try again, but he just stares at me with a blank look. Did you suddenly turn stupid? I try asking him with my eyes but get the same blank stare. I feel like this was easier last time. Did you hit your head since w last spoke? I ask with another look.

“I have no idea what you're trying to say.” He proclaims after another minute of painstaking observation. “I feel like this was easier the last time we spoke.” He suggests in a calm voice which makes me want to hit him. That or bang my head on a wall.

You are an idiot. I tell him at last and this time he actually seems to get it.

“Don’t presume I can’t tell what that look means. I know you’re insulting me, I can at least tell that much.” He states with a stern look and I roll my eyes.

Good to know you are not completely inept. I tell him and he once again gives me a vacant look. I retract my previous statement, you are incredibly dumb. I try with an eye roll which only makes him look even more lost.

“This was definitely easier before. Where is your paper and quill?” He asks and I shake my head no, even going as far as to add in a shrug of my shoulders. He can at least understand that much right?

“You don’t know?” He confirms with me and I can’t help it, I begin applauding in a very over exasperated manner. “It would be in your best interest to cease that immediately.” He demands more than asks in a formal manner that I can’t help but raise an eyebrow at. “I did warn you.” He tells me and before I can stop him he swishes his hand and suddenly the walls around us turn bright pink.

“Apologize or I’ll keep them this way.” He teases with a raised brow and I glare at him.

He returns the glare however and before I make a conscious decision to do so, I am bending at the waist in an apologetic bow. It happens so fast that for a minute I’m not sure if I actually made the decision to do so or if he used magic to manipulate me into it, but the look on his face once I straighten up tells me he hadn’t. He would be smirking and jeering if he had or at the very least he wouldn’t have turned the walls back to violet.

“That's better. Not what I would normally except as an apology, but under the circumstances I suppose it will do.” He says before adding. “Once we find you some paper I do expect you to begin apologizing in a more formal manner. I will not be accepting this mediocre version of an apology in the future.” He finishes and I roll my eyes at his pompous attitude.

I feel like I have been rolling them more and more lately, mostly due to him. I bet if this continues they are going to get stuck half way through a roll. Of course this isn’t going to stop me from rolling my eyes, I’m too stubborn to stop doing something I love just because it could end badly.

Maybe that's why all my relationships have ended so poorly, well that and they get angry with my inability to say the three simple words they all want to hear. Not that I don’t want to say them, but because I literally can’t. No one really understood that, but whatever, they weren’t that great anyways if they let me go over something so stupid.

“Are you still with me?” Pheles interrupts my internal rambling and I snap to attention. He is giving me a slightly irritated look and it makes my lips twitch slightly.

Where else would I be? I try telling him, but when he gives me the same lost look he has been giving me since we started this conversation, I send him a smirk instead and raise one of my eyebrows for extra effect.

“That's it.” He says in a tired tone. “We are getting you paper and a quill because this is ridiculous, and after that you are going to accompany me to the stables.” He orders in a manner that reminds me just how full of himself he is. “I want to ride until my ass hurts more than this headache that’s started brewing thanks to you.” He finishes and I almost erupt into a fit of giggles at the memory that sentence brings back.

Last time I heard it said aloud I think I was in my teens and carrying on a short lived affair with one of the footman. I wonder if he ever married that maid? I think a little offhandedly before a thought occurs to me.

A bit forward of you, don’t you think? I ask with a smirk and a suggestive wiggle of my eyebrows. The prince stares at me blankly for a full minute before his eyes grow to the size of grapefruits and his face turns a bit pink.

“That is the most fowl thing I have ever heard, or well not heard, but well- Oh, you get what I mean. In any case, sodomy is- To even bring up such a thing, you must be- That is, I mean to say the legality of it- Oh, bullocks.” He blathers and I start laughing again. “Oh yes laugh.” He says before turning away from me. “What are you? A child.” He says as he stalks towards the door. “Come along, you immature young-ling.” He continues with a ‘follow me’ gesture.

I rush forward before he can open the door and grab the handle myself. I give the door a tug and it swings open to reveal the hallway beyond. I send him another smirk as I stand at the exit.

No, you come along, you prudish prince-ling. I tell him with a mischievous twinkle in my eyes as I exit the room.

This may not be so bad. I think as he joins me in the hall and we begin walking down the corridor, the immature child and the prudish prince, side by side.