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The Prince and The Thief (PastryFluff & SWN1994)

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The evening was relatively warm, the sweet smell of vanilla drifted from the wild blooms from the growing vines on the cold stone walls outside the castle. Laughter in the pale moonlight as glittering gold and silver mimicked the stars. The sheen of smooth and exquisite fabric from the high standing guests moving towards the castle appeared like a dream, each one having a mask concealing their face. Tonight, the Prince of this land was having a masquerade ball in order to find his spouse, well more his father is forcing him to finally make an effort to produce an heir. Even the poorest lackey knew of the situation, it was the worst kept secret in the kingdom. Well, not that it really matters for Claude. Claude Rosale, dressed in simple white linen shirt and raggedy pants like the other staff, blended in without any issue. Although he wasn't the most traditionally fair, there was a bit of a rugged charm- it might be his smug grin and relaxed nature. Away from the glamour of the guests who practically walked on clouds above them, he was scheming.
Tonight was his biggest heist yet. Well, it had to be if he was going to escape this hell of a kingdom. Keeping his knapsack close to him at all times, he took a deep breathe. As long as everything goes to plan, he shouldn't have a single worry. He'll rob the royal family blind just as they've been thieving from the pockets of the penniless. As he is now, he wouldn't get far, they were just laborers carrying heavy inventory stock for the kitchens. He doubts he'll even see the kitchen itself. But that's where his knapsack comes in and his "friends". Although his outfit isn't exactly flashy like the other guests, it was sleek. He managed to grab the fabric when he knew a certain spoiled aristocrat's daughter threw a tantrum over what to wear for this ball. He managed to pull a few favors with the tailor in the lower seedier parts of the town, and even got a mask from her. The poor tailor thought Claude was trying to relive a fairytale and find the man of his dreams. He felt a bit bad for the elderly woman, she actually just seemed to be relieving the magic of her younger years through him- but it had to be done. He'll have a shabby but passable outfit, perfect to not attracting any royal's attention. He already has a way in, he just needs to pass his little accomplices their cut and make an easy escape, feigning fatigue and making a break to the edge of the kingdom through the sewers. Okay, maybe there are a few holes here and there but when was there not a few moments in his plans he had to improvise? It was do or die. Literally, if he comes back to his own house he probably gonna get knocked off in his own bed. Even without the jewels, there was no going back. So even if he fails- atleast he isn't gonna see the light of day again. Claude grunted as he pushed in the cart carrying what practically felt like enough meat to feed the whole of the Lower quarter of society.
"I doubt any of those peacock lily white tarts are gonna even touch a single ounce of this here."
He glanced over with a rather cocky grin to his accomplice, who had sweat dripping from his brows. Edmund was a fair bit older than him, but Claude knew that he needed any of the extra money he could get. Although hesitant at first to helping the infamous gang member, Edmund had 5 kids and his wife to take care of. Although Claude knew it was less than ideal to drag the family man into this, it wasn't like he put Edmund in any true danger. He was doing the hard stuff, Edmund just needed to get him in and keep his mouth shut. Plus he was the only one he knew that could help him out, the passes were actually pretty valuable considering that this job paid better than working in the factories. He spent most of his good will when he was formally booted out of the White Swan gang. Edmund was the only one he knew that would even give him a second chance when he spared him from repaying his debts. The poor father scolded Claude like he was his son,
"You better put a cork in it unless you want us both to get a sword up the arse."
He stuck out his tongue, keeping a rather jovial mood despite his sharp eyes. When they went up for inspection, Claude kept to the back glancing at the guards as well as their "supervisors" who were questioning Edmund,
"You got your passes?"
Handing them over, they managed to get through. The winding dark corridors were barely lit, and smelled like mildew. Nothing but the best for their laborers. Once they dropped their cargo at the check point, they slowly made their way back to the entrance but halfway there, Claude silently slipped into a dark corner with his knapsack. He gave the signal for Edmund to keep going, and gave his signature toothy grin to comfort the nervous man. Slipping on his disguise easily, he adjusted a few things before scaling up the wall as quietly as he could. Getting caught here would only raises suspicions. He had to at least make it to the far corridor or some other outside area where he could claim he lost his way. Getting up to the support beams and rafters, drips of sweat collected as he gingerly climbed and crawled through the precarious situation. He had to make sure stay out of the light's reach while also avoiding anything that could potentially expose him. Eventually after what seemed like an hour, he managed to make his way back down to one of the far corridors of the castle, where he could hear the faint sounds of music and chatter. He must be near one of the split off groups from the party. Claude gave a big sigh and a part of him couldn't actually believe he was really here, and doing this. Putting on the last piece of his outfit, a simple mask of a crow, he walked away from the noise. He was trying to situate himself in this expansive castle towards the treasury (he though it was around here). And almost immediately gets confronted by guard!
"Excuse me- the main ball is in the dance hall. This area is forbidden to... Guests."
The guard hesitated on calling the shottily dressed Claude as a guest, he looked more like the bourgeois than anything resembling a noble. Even reeked of the workshop too. Claude chuckled, pretending embarrassment as he laments,
"My deepest and sincerest apologies- I was just looking for where the main event was and seemed to have gotten lost. Always was the worst with directions."
The guard gave no real concern to the what seemed like an air head and stoically escorted the young man towards the main dance hall. The whole time Claude was biting the inside of his cheek, he'll have to slip through and pay more attention to the guard's movements.
 
“…Manuel of the Jorden family will also be here. If I remember correctly you two use to get along quite well.”
“Until he beat a person for simply spilling some tea on me.” The prince replied as he walked beside his father, King Arthur, towards the balcony above the ball room. With an annoyed sigh Arthur shook his head “Come now boy, what was he supposed to do? If you don’t tell the scum how to behave, they will—”

“They are human. There is no excuse for beating someone barely out of childhood for spilling a bit of tea. Father, I understand you want me to begin my path as king early; however, to simply pick a spouse from your list is not how I will start my duties as king.” Looking up to his father, the young man frowned slightly. There were fond memoirs of being with him, many with his mother before her death, but now there was always a tension between them whenever they spoke. Arthur Daniel the second, Daniel as the prince preferred to be called, looked forward “Besides, it says nothing in our traditions that I must be married to be a king.”
“Perhaps, but better to have a second head around who will ensure your mental health is well. I would have gone mad my first years if it was not for your mother.”

Daniel paused as the king moved forward. This man, his king and father had been mad before his mother’s passing, and afterward had gone insane with his power. Perhaps it didn’t seem so with how he acted to the nobles, but his ruling and actions among the large population of the people of the kingdom spoke volumes. Raises in taxes, harsher punishments for petty crimes, and a blind eye to the police who used the poverty-stricken city as their own personal playground. Oh no, even with mother you were mad as a hatter…now you’re just a monster. the prince followed his father quickly and his shadow, Sarah, followed along with her small arms filled with both his crown and mask. As they came to the deep magenta curtains separating them from the nobles’ view, Daniel turned and took his crown from the small girl. She was no more than ten years old, had been with Daniel since she was a five, and since being chosen by Daniel had been his servant as long as she could remember.

Compared to others in her position Sarah found herself extremely lucky and the title of daughter or sister would have much better fit her relationship with the prince; however, she did follow his leads and request which were expected and taught of her when she was old enough to hold a pen and pad.

“Thank you, Sarah, I request you find my cousin and see what time for tea he would come. Have Felix join you well you were in the main room.” Daniel said referring to one of several guards the man greatly trusted. As she ran off and took Felix along with her, Daniel could feel his father’s eyes on him. “Arthur.” The king’s tone stern and disapproving of how gentle he was with his servant. What kind king would care about the help to such a degree? Shaking his head King Arthur looked forward “Come now, let us greet our people.”
“…Father, after the party I would like to—” the king rose a hand to silent his son as a way to move forward with what was at hand. It was a shame his first-born son was so soft and without focus on matters which truly affected them. Perhaps the next boy better raised would hold his son’s traits and refocused on things important to the kingdom and the nobles.

The curtains opened and the prince came out along with his father, the crown on his head and an elegant mask upon his face. The king spoke and welcomed everyone, even cracking a joke about hoping to meet his son-in-law before the end of the night. The nobles laughed and many of the young men were focused on the prince and how he looked tonight. The prince was handsome, a boyish charm hiding years of study and deep thoughts. His hair a soft autumn red with porcelain skin showing years of pampering from the servants and wearing a striking white suit with small details which took months upon months to perfectly place on it. Out of the whole ball he stood out quite easily among everyone.

Entering the croward the prince found himself like a doe to wolves as instantly both men and women began to speak to him and trying to win his favor. Oh, this would be such a boorish and annoying night.

The prince made his way through groups, speaking to nobles with mindsets similar to his father and oddly older men coming to him much more aggressively compared the younger men. A few of those voices he could recognize as men in his father’s inner circle. Like hell he would marry a man old enough to his own father. Making his way towards the doors the prince thought about sneaking out and returning to his study room to look up laws and make an airtight argument for a few proposals he wanted to place before his crowning. If there would even be a crowning anytime soon. Dodging others and weaving though the group the young man looked around for anyone he may be able to recognize as someone he wanted to spend time with. Though very few like-minded would be there, his father was a detailed man as well.

Perhaps if he headed to the East wing he would be able to escape this “party” of sorts. The prince made his way quickly as he kept his head down, suddenly finding Sarah and his cousin. Pausing for moment he turned to them happily, not paying attention if someone where to run into him.
 
Claude had to admit, blending in was his best quality. Best thing about being poor was then you could slip out of sight at a moment's notice. And if they kept looking, the more you hid. It just took a quick slide out of sight behind a column to loose such a pesky guard. Hopefully by the time he's done, they'd just realize he might be up to no good. Smoothing out his dark hair, he grinned. He'd just had to find the treasury, sure it would be guarded but he wasn't the type to not have the right tools. He kept his weapon concealed as best as he could. It would be extreme trouble if he were to be caught with this small dagger. It wasn't much but it could be hidden in his pants pretty well. Taking a sharp; turn, he studied the ornate decoration, clicking his tongue. More than likely, they wouldn't have it open to the public or somewhere obvious. Hopefully that prince was taking his damn time or flirting with his soon-to-be. To be fair, if he grabbed whatever, he could sell it for a fair penny. But honestly, he really did want to piss off the crown- if he had to die anyways, may as well go out with a spark.
He was fairly lucky when he came across a staircase and climbing up, he found not the motherlode but a fair bounty either way. It was the tiniest of treasures, seeming to be tribute sent by another kingdom hung on the wall. Either way, he didn't care. It had jewels encrusted on the blade- a useless sword either way. He had to make it fast, someone walking up here was certain death. Flipping out his dagger, he quickly pulled off some of the gems. They were tiny, barely noticeable in the tacky decoration but they would definitely atleast get him a house and some land for a farm. A handful of beautifully shining gems stones in hand, he slipped them into his knapsack. Now, to just find Edmund near the sewers and make his grand escape. It was almost disappointingly easy. Maybe he'll hear about the ruckus he made from the next kingdom over. He looked at the gems with almost empty eyes, despite his previous elation at stealing- a question that haunted him this entire time plagued him.
What happens now?
Let's say he escapes, he finds a new home where no one knows him. He might even have some wealth left over after selling these on the black market. Is he suppose to live a nomral life, as if none of his crimes ever happened? Pretend like he's a normal man when he can still feel the blood dripping from his hands. What now? What's in the future for someone like him? He was no philantropist, no matter the land he goes to- there will be injustice. Even though he knows better than to meddle in business not his own, he just can't help it. What would his mother think of him now? He took a deep breathe and shoved the gems as well as his thoughts down and swiftly ran down the stairs, down the hallway as fast as he could. He'll cross that bridge if he even makes it, he still had to get out of castle! He was nearly free, he could feel the fresh breeze on his cheeks.
That was until he heard footsteps, quickly straining his ears and sticking to the shadows he heard the damn chatter of guards. All talking about the prince and the like. Ugh, he wasn't here for idle chatter. Cursing under his breathe, he booked it in the opposite direction. If he got caught now, it'd spell disaster for him. He wasn't looking in front of him and slammed right into someone in front of him.
Shit.
Praying it was some nobles trying to have some kinky quality time, he groaned as he rolled off the person. He adjusted his mask, making sure it was rightly on his face. Right next to them was two people with eyes as big as dinner plates with mouths hanging wide. Claude shot them a confused look before he glanced over to whom he practically ran over.
Cold sweat ran down the nape of neck as a lump choked his throat. It was frankly obvious whom he just slammed into based on the crown on his head. He ran head first into the next-in line prince himself. The literal worse person to ever encounter this whole time besides his father or the vengeful spirit of his mother. Run now, he'd definitely look like a criminal. Brushing himself off, he got on his knees and he lied through his teeth,
"My dear stars, my prince! I'm so sorry, how clumsy of me! Please forgive me, I was running because I heard a rather frightful noise and thought it was a threat of some kind-!"
He tried to help the monarch onto his feet, trying to even fake tears to show how truly and utterly horrified he was! Giving him plenty of reason to escape this party as well.
 
Daniel spoke to his cousin and finally felt at ease being there for a while now. At least he would not have to deal with all the annoying small talk he would normally have to make with others he didn't really like. "Haha...no, I believe perhaps tonight will not be the night. My father could try to force someone upon me, but I doubt it would work out. Perhaps I will die alone." Daniel smiled playfully to his older cousin. His cousin laughed as well, saying something about helping Daniel find someone fit for such a rebel of a prince when suddenly the prince was on the ground.

That hurt.

Rubbing his side the prince looked up to see who had bumped into him, it was okay, not like he was hurt or anything. Though upon hearing the man Daniel looked up. Who was this person? His voice was not familiar, his clothing oddly noble yet not with the skill or material of a seamstress within the surrounding areas. Not to mention when he spoke it was not like the others, no, it held something he couldn't put his finger on. Taking his hand something inside told Daniel to not let go and a gut feeling which told him this person would help him in some sort of way.

"The tears are a bit much, aren't they?" Daniel asked. His hazel eyes staring at the man before him, focus like a wild dog finding a scarp of food. "I've never seen you around here... may I ask your name? No..wait... please follow me." Daniel's voice was soft and kind compared to that of his father's. He lead the man through the sea of people who began to make a path upon seeing who was coming though. Soon enough the pair were in front of the king who now stared down at the mystoiurs man. "And who would--"

"This is the man I've chosen will be my husband." Daniel interrupted his father as those around them stared on and begun to whisper.
 
Claude clicked his tongue as quietly as possible in annoyance, listen he was trying his best not to knock him out and make a run for it. Atleast appreciate the theatrics. Quickly and easily wiping them away, he was about to speak again before being stopped by the rather hungry look in the Prince's eyes. Claude has faced countless things, actually rabid dogs, crazy people with weapons, literal death in the face- but all of these didn’t quite scare him as this moment. His mouth was forcing a grin but you could see it in his azure eyes that he was screaming inside. His stomach was turning at the somewhat alien appearance of the prince, after spending your whole life with lugs that spend their whole life working, Daniel was almost like an ethereal beings About to come up with an excuse, he swallowed the lump in his throat to speak before being dragged by Daniel. Shocked by the sudden forceful gesture, Claude bit back the urge to curse as he tried to smooth over his nervousness,
“Well, your grace- you see I’m a foreigner that’s been passing by the kingdom and when I heard of the ball-“
He was atleast trying to come up with an excuse but being shoved by more people he’s seen in one room in his life, it made conversation quite tough. He could barely keep up with the prince, and finally fed up with the lack of explanation as well as being dragged into the open, he hissed,
“Where are you taking-“
Then he was face to face with the king. If you could see his skin, he was a pale sheet. The literal worst thing that could have happened, happened. In a row. Was the prince already keen on his intentions and about to turn him in? Clever. Taking a deep breathe, he readied himself for the guards to beat him and take him into custody. It was a fair fight and he tried his best but even he couldn’t-
Wait what was that?
Hearing the words, you could see Claude’s face twist from accepting death, to a fiery burning resistance in his eyes. Never in a million life times would he ever expect nor want this situation to happen. It was so out of the question, he never even considered this to be possible. Running the same phrase in his head over and over again, he clenched his jaw tightly. Balling his hands into a fist until his knuckles turned white, he wondered what kind of hell did he step into this evening. He stared literal daggers into the back of the prince as he asked rather snappishly,
“And when were you going to tell me that?”
Claude had thrown off his facade, he couldn’t keep it up with this new revelation shoved in his face. How could he? He though he was going to die, now that trussed up turkey was introducing him to his father as his groom. It vertically was a picture out of a fairy tale, or really a sick practical magical joke. Did he anger some magical higher being? He’d rather rot in prison, quite literally he really hoped they would search him, find his dagger and the stolen gems so then atleast he’d be treated like what he was. He was a criminal! Not a damn doll to be dressed up like a groom! He took his wrist back from the prince as he firmly hissed,
“Because I don’t recall ever agreeing to such an arrangement. I think it’s best for me to leave-“
Turning to leave, he was stopped by the amount of people staring at him. He gulped, making sure his face was concealed as he felt a cold chill down his spine.
How on god’s green earth was he going to walk away from this?
 
Dragging the man though the people made it completely clear now of who this man was. It was funny how smallest detail, something often over looked could be the biggest clue to anything. The prince would not revel such detail yet until they were alone, in all honestly it was laughable and impossibly, stupidly simple in which someone's class could be found out. Even many nobles never took the time to notice, then again they were never locked up in a castle as one as this.
"If you want to remain with that lie I would also recommend you polish it to perfection. In all honestly it would be best for you to remain silent until we are alone." Daniel was blunt as ever and as they made their way though, Sarah and Kennith-the cousin, followed the pair. Sarah had noticed it was well, Kevin still in the dark about it but none-the-less wanted to see what on Earth was happening right now.

Daniel remained calm, almost emotionless much like his father, and when the other snapped at him Daniel remained much like he was before and didn't react. "I would have hoped you would understand my choice once you heard the news." Daniel replied. The king perked a brow at the scene. His son was oddly calm for the situation and for how he always acted, was completely out of character. Maybe he had come to his senses and understood his role as a king and what power he could do with.

As the other pulled back the prince listened to him. Oh, this just put the nail on the head of what class this man was in. Moving closer the prince whispered into his ear "You're acting is good, I would suggest to return to such a state." Daniel looked to the nobles staring on, staring at the man who he had yet to know the name. "If you want to go to prison, then that is your choice. Understand though, my reason is valid and I promise you will have more than the gems in your possession." in front of them was Sarah, and she held a few gems which had fallen out of the other's knapsack. These gems were sharp and a few had made a hole from all the moving them had been doing. "For you sake, I ask for you to act again."

The prince stepped down and stood beside his new man-groom. Hopefully the other would take his advice. Clearing his throat the prince spoke, loud and clear about how he had chosen his spouse. Those who stared at Claude glared, this person had stolen their way into the royal lifestyle! And they all judged his simple clothing. They were all dressed out with outfits they would no doubt ever wear again, yet that had not caught the prince's attention. "...Furthermore," Daniel's tone change to much more stern and commanding tone to cause all eyes to return to him "I would like to think all the glares my fiance will not remain--unless anyone has anything to disagree with my choice?" no one would dare question the future king. If anything, many were trying to get on his good side.

"...I'm sure there are many better choices," the king spoke in the silent room. Standing he began down to them and the prince made his way up above a step to keep the king away from the man unless he found out much faster "I have no doubt for your reasoning to choice this young man; however, we have nobles you know...those you can trust from years of friendship and feelings flatter."

"True. But, you and I both know my reasoning is stone." the two glared at one another. The king couldn't argue, something was off but he couldn't figure out, no matter. With a defeated sigh and smile the king could only play along for now. "Well then, with such a stubborn answer I can not argue." for now. The king wanted a few things and he had hoped his son would have at least picked one of the nobles he knew, hell he even had a few men in his innercircle try their shot. Not like they hadn't mention wanted to be part of the plan. None the less there was still time if it didn't work out with this one. "Well then, I suppose the two of you would like to be alone? Well the couple speak please enjoy yourselves."

Daniel took the other's hand gently, not saying anything as he lead him into an exit into the halls. Behind them Sarah followed along side two of the guards he trusted. As they came to a room the prince requested them to be left alone and told Sarah she was relieved of her duties for the night and to have one of the guards take her to the kitchen to get a snack before bed. He needed to speak with his "fiance".

"May I ask your name? You could call me Daniel if you like."
 
Claude bit his tongue so hard he might have drawn blood. Found out by a royal and now apparently that same royal wants to marry him huh? Even just thinking of that word sent his stomach turning, may he’ll just call it the unthinkable right now. Easier on his own head, which was already hurting from the few veins that popped on his forehead. He flinched feeling the prince’s breath by his ear, atleast his breath didn’t smell like cheap booze like the drunkards from the bar. Hearing about the gems, he clutched his knapsack and heard the tiniest and most delicate scratch on the floor. Anyone would mistake that noise for someone’s shoes, but Claude knew in that moment what it was. He didn’t account for a hole in his knapsack, which in hindsight was rather foolish. Well, at least most of them will just fall on the floor rather he be caught with it. If anything, he could always lie and say that the gems were all that was left of his family’s fortune from some faraway country. He hasn’t even been outside this kingdom, so hopefully they haven’t explored the entire world as of just yet. He didn’t answer the prince, Claude simply shut his mouth in defeat and forced the happiest grin he could muster. His glazed over eyes could appear to be wonder and happiness, but in reality they were just reflecting the impending doom he felt coming. He thanked his late mother for giving him her clear blue eyes and complexion, he looked foreign enough to lie about it.
He didn’t really pay attention to the wealthy people around him enviously judging him, in all honesty he wished one of them would take his place. He simply stood close to the prince as he tried his hardest to think of the best escape route as soon as he can knock this block unconscious. Then again, that would only spell out torture if he isn’t successful, and seeing how his night was going- maybe that wasn’t the best idea. He could escape another time, surely there would be an opening. Maybe he could be let go once the prince had his damn laughs at this ridiculous situation. He had to be patient until the right opportunity strikes, no matter how much he would rather jump out of the window right now. This entire time Claude was busy in his own head, keeping up his ecstatic mask as he thought of a million ways he could get away.
Claude could barely think, his head was spinning as he silently followed Daniel. No use in making a commotion now. His head was aching from the this entire ordeal. It seemed the shock had just set in about what kind of situation he was in. When the door quietly shut and the two were finally away from the busy scene, Claude let his happy mask fall to reveal the anger and enragement he felt.
If his teeth didn’t break by how much he was clenching his jaw, he’d be surprised. He couldn’t even speak for a minute, his thoughts were spinning. Cracking his knuckles, Claude finally chuckled,
“I really, really hope the shit you just pulled was a practical joke on your dear old dad and I’m leaving this castle soon, right?”
Despite his cheery voice, his tone was dripping with venom. He massaged his temples before ripping off his mask, there was no use hiding now. A little nicks as well as the years in the sun and the brine of the sea after living so long near the ports certainly took its toll, but it complemented his rough and tough appearance. Recalling the precious events, he answered,
“Just call me Rosales. I don’t think my first name is at all important. Since you already know why I’m here and what I’m doing, it’s my turn to ask what your plan is with this little charade and my role in it?!”
Admittedly, it was taking everything Claude had in him to avoid outright attacking Daniel. But he couldn’t help hitting the wall beside them, slamming his fist so hard against it that it definitely made a loud thud and could have even left a mark. Being apart of some court game didn’t interest him in the least. He sighed,
“Out of all the damn bastards in the crowd, you just had to sniff me out. You know, any dolt without a brain would have done- plenty of ‘em in this audience. They would have helped you way more than I ever would, you fucking pomp.”
It was obvious by just their mannerisms the two worlds they came from, Claude’s attitude turning more like a sailor’s as time went on. Leaning against the wall, he bitterly clarified,
“I hope to whatever higher being you believe in that you aren’t attracted to me in any sense. Because then we both can agree on that we hate eachother.”
 
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Once alone Daniel turned to Claude as he spoke. Shaking his head Daniel moved toward the windows and looked out. Of course the other guards would be down below. There had been more guards lately and Daniel felt unease of that fact rather than safe. What was happening? His father had to be hiding something again.
"If it was you would not be here right now." Daniel replied as he removed his coat to go hang it. When Rosales removed his mask the man couldn't help but stare at him for a moment. He reminded Daniel of someone from long ago. Shaking his head the man returned back to his closed off self. When Rosales hit the wall Daniel shook his head before the door opened slightly and he reassured his guard they were fine.
"I know. Any of those brainless sheep would have jumped on the chance if given. Although, they would be loyal to my father rather partner with I. You have no loyalty to my father, and thus I can trust you much more than any of those brainless sheep."

"...Nope." Daniel wasn't attracted to Rosales; however, he found him handsome in his own special way. "Now then...I need a partner to jut keep my father pleased for the next serval weeks. If you agree to it I will pay you whatever you like. If you like I could even make it legal so in any case you will get out of this with whatever riches you like." Daniel moved to a desk and began to pull out a book he had been working on. "I just need a few weeks...and with you I can probably be done sooner. I mean, you could leave...but then you would lose out, those gems will only get you so far...they are quite common in size sadly," Daniel spoke as he held up one of them "Quite small as well, honestly you probably would get enough for whatever you wanted, but afterwards that money will be gone." offering the gem in good faith Daniel tilted his head to the side. "I will be transparent in my needs of you, none of which are sexual or romantic."

Taking off the crown he offered it as well "When this is all over you can take this crown and do whatever you like. Sell it, destroy, let swine wear it. I just need to know I can trust you to not give loyalty to my father."
 
Claude breathed deeply, closing his eyes tightly. He was starting to calm down. After the shock settled in, it honestly wasn’t the worse plan. Smarter than his was anyways. He stayed quiet as he listened to Daniel. As much of a rude boisterous person he was, his yelling already made it clear to anyone in ear shot that he was the lowest scum on the wealth scale. It made sense, most would only be after the power and protection of the crown. But it was a bit bold to assume that no loyalty to his father would mean any loyalty from him. It was risky, and Claude respected the bravery Daniel had. He smirked,
"Some bad blood between ya, huh? Well it's not like that's special, the father is always gonna be looking over his shoulder at the son."
He shrugged, finally managing to keep his cool. Not exactly relaxed, the hairs on his neck were still standing. But enough to have a clear head. He winked as he teased,
"I know I was pretty mad, but I'm not that bad of a looker."
He wasn't serious, but a joke in this rather tense atmosphere made a difference. After all, it was no use to just be uptight the whole time- there was no changing his situation now. Claude raised an eyebrow at the book as he tapped a finger on his chin, whatever Daniel was planning sounded like a last resort in his mind. Well besides murdering his father. But in all honesty, this deal was pretty sweet for him. A little too sweet. Looking at the small gem, he gently examined it as he wondered if he really need it. The only reason he tried this whole mission was that he expected to be imprisoned, and even if he did get out, he knew that one of the White Swans would get him before he even got to the border. So why even want these gems anymore? Why even try to escape? In truth, being by Daniel's side was the safest place for his life.
But that was also the clicker, did he really want to preserve this life? Claude blinked in surprise at the crown, taking it in his hands, seemingly playing around with it before sliding it across the table away from him. In truth, he didn't even know what he wanted. He didn't even know if he wanted to live. Why try to, when there's nothing waiting for him. That was the whole reason he wanted to leave the kingdom, to start a new life. But that didn't mean his old life just disappeared. If anything, it would drive him mad to pretend as if his life never happened. But, Claude was never the one to really think about these things because half of the time it was bullshit. Live in the present, and only your actions decide your fate. He mused,
"You sound desperate. But I'm a little hurt, trying to buy my loyalty like that. You do realize that no matter how many riches you offer, you father can give me more? The reason I won't ever bow to your father is because he was never my king. And never will be."
He took a step closer, as he whispered,
"If you want my damn loyalty, give me a reason to ever even consider trusting another fucking royal in my life. Not with riches, not with rewards- an actual god damn reason."
He stared into Daniel's eyes, a burning hatred within them. The good news being at least he wouldn't betray him, the bad new being that it was going to be tough to even get his cooperation. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders as he turned away, almost to say "I don't expect anything from you." He wandered off to the window as he stared into the night sky and played with a lock of his hair, as if pretending it never happened, he asked with a cheery tone,
"But let's focus on tonight. As of right now, what's your plan for how this night ends? If it makes you feel better, I'd rather not get thrown into jail- considering it been a rather long night."
 
"Mmm..." Daniel had to control himself not to smirk or laugh and he needed to keep his cool for time being. A little smile couldn't help but make its way onto the young man's lips. So this thief was charming as well? It would make this fake marriage manageable till the end goal was met. Till then he needed to ensure his father wouldn't get in his way with trivial traditions.

With a soft chuckle the man looked up to Rosales when he took a step closer. Slightly amused the prince shook his head "I apologize for the miscommunication Mr. Rosales, you see I do not believe I can buy your loyalty. I just want to ensure you have a reason to stay beside me till I've met my own goals." Daniel replied softly. With a soft sigh he crossed his arms and looked away "I doubt you would believe me. With no control over my own image I have no doubts your view on me is from my father's misinformation spread about myself," leaning against the wall he tilted his head back "I want to help the people of this kingdom. If you like, I will tell you more; however, do you really care for plans of a mad man? You will be able to live however you like as you do not bend a knee to my father...you do not even need to bend a knee to me. Just play along with this fairytale for a while. This is all I ask."

Daniel looked down to his book in hand, how does one explain that he wanted the best for him--for the people of this kingdom which were overlooked and ignored by those in power. How he even planned to end the long running monarchy to place something better, more fair which did not favor the nobles. What mad man would want to step down from such a powerful role? Daniel did not know himself and only knew what his own intentions were for the future of the kingdom. "I plan to redo the system of our government in order to help those in poverty, ensure the state of the people ignored and abused improves and becomes fair. A chance to be more without the nobles nor royals halting much needed progress." Had he explained it right? Perhaps he needed to be more detailed or not? Daniel wasn't sure. He only really talked to Sarah and his guards now a days and often a not they were professional--well with the guards at least.

"...If you are going to leave then I will not stop you. You may take the gems if you like; however, I hope you will stay. You seem far more intelligent than any of those in the ball room."
 
Claude sighed as he remarked off handily,
"Not like I have much of a choice, step outside these walls and I'm a dead man."
He briefly reached over to his shoulder where the brand of the White Swans was, knowing that as long as he had that symbol he was marked for death. Seeing as he had nothing else in his life, he might as well play along with this little theater production. No use in being serious this whole time, so why not have a little bit of fun? Besides he can finally see what the hell the top of society was up to. He did shoot a momentarily annoyed glare at Daniel,
"Mr. Rosales makes me sound ancient. Just Rosales."
He was still in a bit of shock, this entire night was a fantasy cooked up by a drunkard in the gutter. Hearing about his plans, Claude nearly busted out laughing- it sounded like one of the neighborhood kids dreaming of being the prince. But admittedly, at least he has the right intentions. Now if those intentions would translate into something meaningful was a different story. Even though he knew this was a far fetched dream, it was a nice one. He smirked,
"You're quite right I don't want to hear about your fever dream of equality! Do you even know where to begin with that plan?"
He shook his hand dismissively, it was a rhetorical question. He covered his eyes with his hand as he chuckled quietly- he as gonna be apart of some naive revolution by someone he doubted even smelled the poor? Every option seemed like a dead end. He outs himself as a thief and rots in jail, he leaves as gets murdered by the White Swans, or he stays and helps some rebellious ideological goose. But even then, he couldn't lie- he was interested. He was curious, how much did this prince really mean his words? By his actions, he was obviously trusting a stranger who tried to break into his home to help him and not betray him. Rather bold. Claude didn't know much about the complexities of government nor did he really want to but this was at least pretty refreshing from the same lies this king has been shoving down their throats.
So, why not?
It was sheer insanity what he was walking into, but it was a better option than dreading death and hiding. This option sounded like fun. Besides, he didn't have to worry about the current tragedies in his life right now. He was simply taking a little detour from his problems. He gave a sly smile as he approached Daniel, and with a swift peck on the cheek, teased,
"Well, with a plea like that how could I say no, my dearest groom?"
It was obvious that he was only playing along with their actions but it did mean that for now, he was willing to entertain such an idea. After all, it didn't require anything from him besides acting like a lovesick puppy. He could afford a vacation. Throwing his arms behind his head, he started for the door. Their business was done, so, for now, he could just go to bed right? He had no idea where he was going to sleep, but he was sure someone would point him in the right direction. Or unless that party was still going on? Opening the door, he motioned for Daniel,
"I'd see your old man, just so he doesn't think we ran off for an early honeymoon."
He placed the mask on his face again, he knew he had to show his face at some point. But he'd rather do it sooner than later.
 
"Are you now? My men would not harm you under my orders." Daniel spoke softly as he watched the thief. Daniel let a smirk come to his lips seeing how he was annoying the other man. Nodding Daniel placed the book into his dresser "Understood Rosales."
Daniel couldn't say he was surprised to hear the other laugh at him. Of course he would laugh at such an idea, but it still kind of hurt. "Well, first would be removing my father from he throne as well as kicking everyone who use close to him off government jobs." Daniel answered as he had put much thought into the first steps. He was not the type to just go ahead and wing it, no, he had been making plans and researching since he was old enough to reach the books on the high shelves by himself.
The boy felt his cheeks heat up feeling the other kiss him and huffed softly, no one had kissed his cheek since he was a small boy "Glad to see you are onboard. I promise you a handsome reward after all is said and done."

Nodding Daniel walked over and gently removed the other's mask before offering his own mask which has small gems and gold trimming to decorate the otherwise plain eye mask. "Here, this would look much better on you. Not to mention make you blend in better."

As they begun back to the party the prince paused seeing Sarah and smiled as he pat her head and told her to go to sleep as it was late already. The girl looked up to Rosales, she was clearly someone born in lower class as she was shade of olive and her hair cut short but still able to see the wave texture though her dark locks. "...So you are going to marry him?"
"Well, yes. I need to marry someone." Daniel took a knee to go down to knee level to the girl whose eyes stared on Rosales. Frowning she shook her head "If he hurts you, I'm going to hurt him." she warned Daniel. With a soft laugh the man stood up and rubbed her cheek "You have no reason to fight him. I think Rosales will be a good partner."

As she left Daniel turned back and begun to the ball room "Thats Sarah, if you need anything ask her. She is like my right hand, she knows the in and out of this palace and everything runs. She is quite smart for her age and hard headed, I'd advice to get on her good side."

Entering the ballroom all eyes were on them again and as they made their way though the nobles. A few still tried to grab Daniel's attention but he was emotionless as he ignored those who still had some hope of replacing this mysterious man. As they came to King Arthur's sight the prince moved closer to Rosales and whispered into his ear "You do not need to speak so much if you do not wish it. Just excuse yourself, my father is quite an arse and no doubt will try to ask you too many questions in a short amount of time."
 
Claude didn't bother answering, he didn't need to know about his issues. He arched an eyebrow at his first step, it wasn't bad. He was a bit impressed, at least this one wasn't a complete narcissist. But, he was rather inexperienced, getting pink just by a small kiss. It was the tiniest bit endearing, after all, it was rare to see anything that wasn't tainted in the alleyways. Innocent gestures like that were only reserved for the little ones kept inside by their mothers (rightly so). He rolled his eyes at the ornate mask, scoffing,

"Great, now I look like a right dick like the rest of you lot."

Stepping out into the hallway was like stepping into the door to another world. All safety of the enclosed space disappeared, and the cold air even felt like a blade point at his back. Claude kept mostly to his own thoughts, almost trying to process the jumbled mess in his mind. He snapped back to reality when he saw Daniel stop. Almost like magic his face softened seeing who he was talking to. The snarky grins, the anger, and the bitterness all faded and replaced by a warm concern. He could have sworn he saw her chasing a stray cat the other day or even singing for change by the street corner. It was almost like instincts, his first action was to reach into his pocket and took out a single coin. By anyone in this castle, it was worthless, it could barely buy a single candy. But to anyone on the street, it was a god-given gift where they could get the tiniest extra scrap. Almost automatically without thinking, he handed the coin to Sarah, patted her head and mumbled,

"Be safe..."

It was so smooth and seamless, he barely even thought about it. It was a few steps of walking before a slap in the face of reality hit him. His face flushed red scarlet and he covered it up as much as he could, refusing to even turn his head. He didn't want to talk about it. He refused to even look at Daniel as they walk through the sea of people. Luckily, most people looked at him with disdain or tried to ignore his existence. Claude breathed deeply, calming down from his little stunt as he murmured,

"I'd rather not spit in his face and be slammed by 5 guards, thank you very much."

He forced a large, airheaded grin and almost looked all around the castle like a tourist. He awes loud enough for his father to hear with a heavy foreign accent he made up on the spot,

"I've never seen anything like this! how wonderful, I'm so amazed!"
 
Sarah opened her mouth to mention someone when Rosales offered the coin. Looking up surprised Sarah took the coin slowly. Before Daniel bought her she use to be on the streets to beg for coins for her parents, this was a memory she could recall well and the only one she really had from her times in the city. "...Thank you." Sarah said softly, knocked off guard by the nice gesture. Daniel watched in silence and couldn't help but smile, this Rosales was full of surprises. Looking back down to Sarah, Daniel bent down and kissed her forehead "Sleep now. Tomorrow we will have out time together in the garden."

Daniel didn't say anything about Rosales' actions and rather simply focused on the task at hand. This man was to be his groom, perhaps even legally marry if he couldn't have his plan act faster which for time being seemed to be heading into that path. Either way they both needed to be somewhere close on the same page.

"Very smart. Well then, after all of this is over we will part ways just as you like." Besides, I doubt I will ever be a good partner for anyone.

Seeing how quickly Rosale was able to change his act so quickly the man was impressed. The accent was a nice touch and mentally Daniel noted that they'd need to study up on a country incase his father asked anything for later. The king was easily pleased by such an air headed act. "Thank you. Well then, may I know my future son-in-law name?"

Stepping forward Daniel looked up to Arthur, brushing his hair back "Perhaps meetings should happen tomorrow? The party is still going, my groom should spend our first night relax." Daniel looked over to Rosale and took his hand, most he could really do to show affection for someone else. "Come now, would you like to walk around? I would like to show you to your new home." Daniel began to lead Rosale away when he heard his father. "Arthur," the king spoke "May I speak to you for a moment? Without your groom, if I may be so bold."

"Of course. Would you kindly wait for me? I promise I will not be so long." Daniel began over to his father and followed him into a private room behind the curtains.

"I'm surprised in you Arthur," the king spoke using the prince's first name "I would have you thought you'd be more careful with your choice."

"What can I say. He has a foolish charm which won me quickly...do you disapprove?"

"I do; however, I will not select your spouse as by our rules...I strongly suggest to keep your options open. You have until the wedding date to pick someone more suited." The king spoke as he hoped perhaps he could convince his son to rethink his choice, last thing he needed was to think how to kill both of them if things didn't go to plan "He seems...nice... although I would have thought you would choice someone similar to yourself."

"No one here is much of interest. Besides, I like my groom. He is quite sweet, not to mention an age range I prefer. If you'll excuse me I need to return to him, I would like to show him around the ballroom." he said before slipping out of the room and moving towards Rosale and took his hand in his own "Come now, let us explore."
 
The time frame given made Claude believe it would take a week at most, and from there he’ll figure out what to do with his life. He feigned a dazed and overwhelmed look, stammering out,
“I-I’m sorry. It’s all so much! I’m feeling a bit faint…”
As if on cue, he stumbled a bit to make his point clear. He nodded as he clung to Daniel’s arm- if he was here to act, he might as well sell it. Turning to leave, he hoped there his father would hate him enough to ignore his existence because it was hard to turn off his brain like this. When the king requested Daniel alone, he bit the inside of his cheek as he excitedly waved off his fiancé, mentally kicking himself for picking such a persona. Left alone in a sea of people wasn’t exactly wise. It wasn’t long before one of the fool hardy guests approached him, with venom in their eyes as they pretnded to be cordial,
“Oh hello! You’re the prince’s groom to be, hm? Why by that absolutely charming accent and your sense of dress, you must be a foreigner! Do tell, where do you come from?”
He glanced over to Daniel, who was takin his sweet time. Quick on his feet, Claude held his head in confusion and as best as he could with the most broken English, stumbled over his words as he apologized,
“I-I no I am sorry- I don’t understand? This language is very not easy, and I only speak for few days.”
Easily, most of the guests had left him at that point. The ones who were truly desperate tried their best not to show their discomfort, but he easily continued to act dumb enough to frustrate them into giving up. Besides selling his act, it was a good tatic to have these dough boys leave him alone. Without a single day or trouble, work or tribulation- why would they take the time to try and understand another person? By this point, he took a few steps towards the exit to signify he was getting impatient. If any of the higher up men noticed him, they might actually ask an intelligent question. Speaking of, Claude could swear he saw one of those old crumpets stealing a glance or two at him. He’d better not have another admirer in this ball room. Unknown to Claude at the moment, he didn’t know that he might’ve been recognized.
Watching Daniel return, he sighed in relief. Besides his stupidity act, he had nothing saving him from showing his true colors if a certain noble pissed him off. So really they had a time limit before it would eventually happen. Clutching onto Daniel’s hand, Claude pursed his lips. Holding hands helped the idea, but it barely made it believable. He slipped his arm around Daniel, almost holding him as he sing sons,
“Really? There even more? I’m sorry worried I’ll get lost!”
With that comment, he could feel the hateful stares sent his way. He could get use to this brainless act, if it meant rubbing the salt in their wounds.
Once they were both safely out of the people’s eyes, he let out a huge sigh of relief,
“I think I could start feeling my brain decay that time.”
Releasing his grip around Daniel, he mused as he traced the wall either he tips of his fingers,
“So, you’re gonna give a little thief a grand tour of your castle?”
He gave a toothy smirk, as he added,
“In that case, I’d love to make a stop where the treasury is.”
 
That was a bit too much, but as long as Rosale was able to keep up with it then Daniel wouldn't say anything. When he returned the man couldn't help but snicker slightly to see the other acting out his persona. This man really did love to torture himself, didn't he? Shaking his head he moved beside his groom once he noticed the other ready to leave without him. They couldn't be a poor example of a couple yet, right? Holding his hand in return the prince smiled to his subjects and spoke kindly "I apologize for the short chat, but we will be busy up until after the wedding. If you'll excuse us--"

Being held so closely caught the prince off guard again and shyly he looked away. This was pretty uncomfortable for the prince. Clearing his throat he offer a small smile "Heh, I forget how touchy your country is. Mmm, and yes there is more my dear. Let us begin the tour and allow out guest to enjoy their time here." the stares they got could have burned holes into them if it were possible. A few others tried to gain the prince's attention, but his attention was only on the arm wrapped around him. It made the boy shiver, not because of Rosales' statues but rather the fact he was being so touchy. Maybe it worked on a few, but those knowing the royal court understood how taboo it was to show such affection. Then again this man was a "foreigner" and clearly didn't understand the customs of their land.

Once away from everyone the prince pulled away from Rosales and frowned slightly "You play your persona quite well Rosales...if I may ask please restrain from being so touchy." Daniel's face was red now, he had control well in the ballroom but was also the one to hurry them out when he felt himself unable to really control himself. Straightening his posture the man chuckled softly.
"Sadly I believe that will be impossible," leading Rosales towards a balcony the prince pointed to the far end of the palace grounds "You see that building there? The one with iron gates and guard around it? That is our treasury. When my great grandfather was ruler he experience expert thieves being able to get into the treasury, thus this was built and now is well guarded; however, I believe I will be able to pull a few strings to let you inside. Though the guards there is thickheaded and will search you after our visit. Time being, you would not be able to take anything with you."

Daniel began down the hall and looked over his shoulder "Good thing we have a many rooms filled with many treasures." Daniel noted as he went to a random door to open it. Inside was a bedroom with many small, stealable, treasures to take. "If you would like a tour of the palace I will give you one, perhaps even show you safe rooms in case of anything were to happen. Also, we need to discuss our sleep arrangement."

As they walked Daniel explained that for the first week they would need to share a bed--but this would be int he prince's room "...I will sleep in my study, I spend so much time in that room either way so you have my whole room to use. My study is attached to the room mind you, so if anything happens you can come grab my quickly or gain my attention quickly."
 
Claude had to admit, it was becoming a favored past time to piss off everyone around him in this castle. It took everything he had not to look so smug. But he didn’t realize how uptight the upper crust was, it wasn’t like they were dating. Well technically so. Wasn’t public displays of affection natural? It wasn’t the worst thing if he didn’t have to do it, less for him to do. He pouted playfully,

“Sorry I wanted to be convincing. Man, you guys really can’t have fun, huh? I wanna say I almost pity you, being clung onto by someone you just met isn’t the worst.”

He added a wink, emphasizing the fact that this wasn’t his first walk around the bar. Listen, there were cold drunken nights and judging by his decisions now, it wouldn’t be exactly out of character. He joked as he followed,

“If life here at court is gonna be so dull and uptight, I guess I’ll be visiting the palm of Venus more often.”

One would think someone in his situation would watch his words or even be a little more somber, but not Claude. It wasn’t like he wasn’t taking it seriously, but rather celebrating the fact that nothing was happening. He wanted to revel in the peace while he could. That seemed to be the only way he could live life without becoming some sort of stick in the mud grump. Speaking of, Daniel’s introduction proved to be rather disappointing. He didn’t know whether to be annoyed or relieved that the rulers of this kingdom weren’t as frivolous as he thought. That was until he stepped in to a trove of easy pickings. It was like a banquet for a thief, items that could easily be slipped into a pocket or up the sleeve and incretely traded in the back rooms of taverns. While he wasn’t exactly a true blooded swiper before, he couldn’t help but be tempted. Everything here could rebuild his neighborhood’s houses and buy everyone dinner. Get him a few bottles of good ale too. Claude stretched and yawned as he listened to the fact that they had to sleep together, but thankfully unlike the rumors he heard, not sealing their marriage with the dance of two backs while being watched by some lackies. He shrugged,

“I haven’t had an easy night of sleep in maybe a week, so I doubt I’ll even sleep here. But if you insist, I won’t say no. Speaking of, I’d kill to sit down so mind showing me where your bed is?”

A free bed isn’t something he’d ever turned down. Which was exactly why he has a scar on his hip and doesn’t sleep well anymore. He glanced over to Daniel, his eyes focusing as he said,

“While we have the time, we might want to get our story straight. I doubt we’d want dear ol’ dad to know my real name, least he try to search around the peasant quarters for anyone who knew me. As well as the fact of why I’m here in the first place. I think anyone in ear shot could guess I was a foreigner by that little voice I threw on but I still haven’t the foggiest clue of who I’m playing as. Remember- I don’t got any riches on me, so any claim I’m a faraway prince or noble is gonna fall on its face.”

He mused as he continued,

“But let’s start with the basics. So then, Danny, what’re you gonna name me?”

He even put one of his hands up like the paw of a cat, making a meowing motion. In all honesty, he wanted to see what Daniel would come up with.
 
"Mmm...I say least of that and more of the image people tend to think of royals in public settings. Besides that, I was not expecting you to grab me." Daniel sighed before hearing the man mention something about "the palm of Venus". Perking a brow the man wanted to ask what he was talking about but decided against it.

Daniel watched Rosales and couldn't help but smile a little. Walking over he grabbed a clock, small jewels and slivers decorating the thing already covered in dust as this room was hardly touched "Here." tossing the clock the man smiled "If you are able to leave this palace I suggest taking that one. It's older and could be sold for higher price if you know the right people. Which I hope you do?"

Nodding the prince smirked "If you like I could have something given to you. It is a sleeping aid which I use, it may help." Daniel offered. As he lead the other back to the bedroom the young man looked over his shoulder and smiled "That sounds like a good idea. I can look up a few counties your persona may be able to match. I suggest to try and tone down a bit though, I fear for you sanity it we need to be somewhere longer than a few minutes."

Naming a person who wasn't a new born? Sounded a lot like what nobles did whenever they bought servants from the black market. He didn't like the idea and it felt gross to think of something of the sorts. Though Rosales joking around made Daniel relax a bit and even chuckle "Heh, very cute."

"Let us see...Kawan. I think that fits you very well." Daniel suggested, though would change it if the other didn't like the sound of it. It meant strong and it fit well with Rosales. "Have you eaten yet, Kawan? We do not have to return back to the ball room and I could have someone bring you dinner before bed." Daniel offered well they walked to his room. The night air was calm and Daniel took a moment to embrace the silence around them. At least for now until the morning came and planning would both start for the wedding as well as Coronation which would follow no more than a week after their wedding. The wedding itself needed to happen within month's time, although Daniel was hoping to be finished with his plan before then. If not, well...at least he would have more time after the wedding.

Entering the room the prince came to what seemed to be just a mirror before pulling it back to revel his study "I will be in here, if you ever need to please feel free to come in." Daniel removed his vest and unbutton a few buttons of his dress shirt "I will provide any clothing you may need as well, tonight Elsa will bring you something to sleep in as well as clothing to dress in the morning. Nothing over the top, but appropriate for the day." Daniel ruffled his hair allowing the slick style he was made to wear for the night to come undone and revel the waves he had taken from his mother's genes. "They should be by no more than twenty minutes if you're able to wait." the prince placed his vest on a hanger by the door and his boots in the walk in closet he had which had even more clothes of the sort. "You could try my clothes as well, but our builds might be to vary to correctly work out."
 
Claude looked the clock over, nodding as he smirked,

"That's a big if. getting caught in the peasant quarter now with a clock talking to my appraisal acquaintance is rather risky."

He set the clock down but pocketed the small jewels for a later date, extra money for himself from this entire excursion. Although it was somewhat odd Daniel was so quick to just hand out treasures from his own castle, well future castle. Well, it was a bit tacky, but didn't he care traditions and what not? He shrugged it off, he'll find out another day. Walking into the bedroom, he grimaced at the mention of sleeping medication. Speaking from experience, any sort of sleep drug was a terrible idea. Especially in enemy territory. He acted hurt,

"Oh Danny please, don't you like me being so lovey-dovey? Besides, it's a bit awkward if I just space out."

He'll probably try to act a bit timider or excuse himself trying to learn all the mannerisms of court. Judging by the culture shock he had earlier this day, he doubted he'll get the hang of it any time soon. He blinked in surprise, Kawan hm? While he loved the name his mother gave him, he was intrigued at the choice. It was a bit regal to hin, or maybe that was his bias. He nodded, making sure to stick the name in his brain. That was his role to play, and that's who he had to become. As much as he wished otherwise. At the sound of a meal, he practically jumped in his skin, but before he even opened his mouth his stomach answered with a loud persistent growl. With how much running and climbing he had to do the entire day, he wasn't surprised if he was only skin and bones. Claude admitted,

"Breaking into a castle takes hard work, so a free meal doesn't sound bad. Hopefully without any poison."

Entering the room, he went straight for the bed and practically jumped into it. His feet ached and he dropped all the weight off his body as he sunk into the mattress. And sunk. And sunk. Claude even started to struggle against the soft bed, it was nearly devouring him! Managing to use momentum to sit up, he watched the prince dress down and teasingly held his pointer finger and thumb against his lips and a sharp loud ring blew a wolf whistle. He winked,

"Dinner and a show, hm? But I can just sleep in what I have now, it's not a big deal."

He also somewhat doubted they'd have clothes to fit him, judging by the prince's more petit size. Considering he never worked a day in his life, he was fairly cute. But it was a stark contrast to Claude's toned form, he wasn't even sure if their shoulders were the same size. Well, only one way to find out, he managed to roll out and grabbed the prince's vest, with a tilt of his head he stretched the fabric across his chest. He could barely slip the button through the hole. It looked like it was trying to stay on for dear life. Suppressing a laugh in fear of popping it off,

"Awe, I didn't think I'd be this big."
 
"I feel as though you may have done riskier task. You know, sneaking into a palace and such." Daniel teased.

Chuckling the prince shrugged "Perhaps I do like it ever so lightly...I will not lie, it is entertaining to see how others react when you do so. Though, warning would be nice as well." the prince replied before turning to one of the guards and asking him to have a servant sent to his room as soon as possible. "By the way, you do not need to act space out. Maybe more native would fit you better? Asking questions and annoying my father would work out. Something you should know is if you are from a different country is us royals must be on our best behavior. We do represent this country after all."

"I could only imagine such a task would make you starving. And I promise: no poison." Daniel smiled warmly. By Daniel's orders only Elsa was to bring them dinner; Elsa was trusted friend of Daniel's since he was a child and knew she would be the one to ensure their meals came out both correctly and not tampered with. Oddly Daniel had noticed he started to become sick randomly whenever his father ordered dinner or someone other than Elsa prepared the meal. His sickness was not enough to kill him, but enough to fake a pattern of a natural illness which would threaten his life--yet he never had such health issues till a few months ago.

As Rosales jumped into the bed, the red head chuckled slightly. He was glad he could at least make one person happy at the moment beside Sarah, then again she was becoming more demanding of her prince, and for time being he could only focus on that. The whistle startled Daniel and turning to Rosales the prince turned red. That was enough to make the emotionless prince fully break away from his stoic persona.

"Heh...well I do owe you a show for what you did back in the ball room. Hopefully that will make others from attempting to court me."

Watching Rosales try on his vest, the young man chuckled as he walked over and adjusted a few bindings on the side "This should help. Although I doubt it will fit you perfectly." stepping back the young man nod "I figured as much though. I'm more like my mother when it comes to figures than that of the king."

A woman knocked on the door before entering. Her hair was long, a deep raven black and almost down to her mid back well held tied in a low pony tail. She looked roughly their age, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old at most and as she looked to the groom and Daniel "I brought you both dinner as you requested. Am I interrupting something intimate?"

"N-no! Elsa, I would like you to meet Kawan. My groom. Kawan this is Elsa, you may also ask her for anything as well and she will provide as possible." the woman smiled and bowed to Rosales. Straightening her posture she smiled "Pleasure to meet someone the young master likes. You wouldn't believe how many men have tried to win favor from a such a stubborn, pig-headed, book in the nose, thick skulled, socially--"

"He will be here in the morning as well Elsa, you do not have to keep going into the night..."

"Socially awkward, but sweet young man."

"I still feel attacked."

"As you should. Now, if you excuse me I will finish my duties for the night and return home. I believe it is John's turn to escort me tonight." Daniel couldn't caught a break, but only nod and bowed wishing the woman a good night and safe return home. As the doors closed the prince sighed softly. Elsa was one of few who acted so casually with the prince and was not scared to do so around other. If this man was Daniel's groom, then she would talk to Daniel like she would usually compared to when they were in front of the king or other nobles. Pushing the cart to a small table within the room the prince set out the food on the tray as he usually did. In his youth the maids and servants would do this, but Elsa explained how only the rich really had the pleasure of others doing such a task for them. Daniel began placing his own meals once he was able too.

"Here you go. I promise it is good, Elsa ensures such a thing." Yawning Daniel rubbed his eyes "Also, here are your clothes," the prince pulled a sleeping shirt from under the cart "I know you do not need these, but these would be far more comfortable. In the morning I will ensure you have new clothes for the day." laying the sleeping shirt on the bed the prince yawned again, tonight had been oddly very long. "If you like you could also have my meal. I fear my appetite is quite rare now-a-days."
 
Claude's smug grin grew into a warm and genuine smile as he let out a warm and rich laugh from the bottom of his chest. It wasn't like the snickers or sarcastic chuckles, just by hearing the joyful sound you could tell that it was nothing but pure happiness in his voice. Shortlived like the colorful leaves in the autumn, it trickled down into a fit of giggles before he returned to his normal smug and yet lying self. He coyly remarked,

"Your idea of a show isn't exactly what I had in mind."

As much as he found it to his dismay, he was warming up to the royal. He booed in the face of the posh politeness, but he didn't bother with it anymore. When Daniel let some of the bindings go, you could hear Claude such in a breathe as he finally was able to breathe freely. He felt like a dog let go from its leash, while he had the collar on he felt more like himself without being constricted. He curiously glanced over to the mirror at his reflection and nearly burst out laughing again,

"Holy shit I look like one of the dancers in the bar- my tits might as well be popping out!

He covered his mouth from saying any more, he didn't want to be that much of a bad influence. Stripping off the constricting vest, he blinked in surprise when the woman walked in. Truthfully, he forgot that he asked for a bite to eat. He cleared his voice, assuming the thick accent as he simply waved out of panic. Before he could even say a word, he watched this woman go on a tangent about Daniel and as she kept going, he slowly glanced over to him with a cocked eyebrow. He couldn't help but add a sly comment,

"Had some trouble in the love department then?"

Watching Daniel set out the dishes so meticulously, Claude only felt his stomach shrinking as he impatiently tapped his fingers. Couldn't they just give him a pot and a spoon? With this eternity, the food would've gotten cold. Watching as he set out his clothes and food, Claude felt a weird strain in his chest. It was an ache deep inside, his chest constricted and his heart was being squeezed. Like the vest, his breathing grew shallow but he swallowed and forced himself to fill his lungs with air. His smile dropped into a somber reflection of itself, he realized it at once. A cold winter day and he spent too long outside, his clothes were drenched with sweat from the factory and he caught a cold. Before he went to work the next day, his mother had done all of this so he would get well.
Claude was silent as he nodded and simply uncovered each dish and holding his fork, he only stared at the food. He murmured,

"Hm... Maybe it's contagious."

His eyes glazed over as he practically forced each bite into his mouth, he didn't even notice if it had a taste or not. Over and over that memory played in his mind, his childish laughter and his mother's soothing and comforting aura. He couldn't remember what she sounds like or even looked like. But even so, he longed to just feel her presence in this world. What would she think of him now? He shook his head, trying to distract himself as he practically grinned to bear the longing pain. He waved it off,

"A-Ah, it's been a long day. You're going into your study now, right? Well, see you in the morning."
 
It had been so long since Daniel had heard anyone laugh so freely as Rosales did. It was refreshing, brought a warmth to his chest like when he watched Sarah open presents and eat sweets on her birthday and special events. With a comment about his tits the red head couldn't stop his own laugher. The comment was sudden and so low brow, yet that worked in Rosales' favor and the boy couldn't stop his own laughing. Covering his mouth the man took a step back as he controlled his laughter and with a sly smile nod in agreement "I must say though, you look good as such. The poor vest though is struggling to contain such mass."

Shrugging the red head only offered a smile in return. Going into the closet he grabbed some more comfortable clothes and threw them into the study to change into later on.

As Elsa left the prince sighed softly and rubbed his brow "Only with suitors my father brought. There was...never mind. Besides, I think I am fated to not be paired with anyone in this world, it does not matter though." Daniel finished the plating as soon as he could before going on with other task. Closing the curtains to give them some privacy the prince looked over to Rosales. He seemed a bit off, though Daniel was not in a place to ask if something personal was affecting him. Nodding the prince grabbed the back from the dresser.

"I am. I will see you in the morning then, rest well Rosales." the prince paused at the door way before looking back to the other male "If you need anything, please feel free to ask. I owe you debt after all."

Daniel placed the book down and turned on a light with this new thing called electricity which seemed to work far better than oil lamps and such. Daniel's room was still lighten with oil and candles lamps, but he planned to change that as soon as possible. Stripping down the prince changed into his own sleeping shirt before heading to the desk by the window and began to look over a few other old laws he hoped would aid him in becoming king sooner without the steps of the traditional way. The prince was busy at work, scribbling down notes in his book as well as reforming a few plans he was already making. IT would have taken longer if it was not for Rosales being so helpful. Perhaps two weeks or so Daniel would have a reason for the elders to place him on the throne and king without marriage or heir. Daniel was healthy, young man and there had been kings far younger than himself. Yes. This would work and with some examples and laws he was finding he would be able to reach his goal without silly traditions.
 
Claude waved him off and didn't bother to say anymore. He did finish both of their plates, no matter how much of his appetite he lost. Appreciate any scrap of food you get, you never know when you'll get any more. Absorbed in his thoughts, he stared at the ceiling as he mused about his past. There were long drunken and often sad nights where he'd think about his mother and the only difference was that he had no booze this night. She was so kind, even when the doctors refused to treat her because they had no money, she never once talked ill about them. Hell, she'd scold him about vandalizing their offices. Claude gritted his teeth, none of the peasant doctors were equipped to even help her, and they were already working 25 hours a day. It would be months before she'd even see one that was qualified and wouldn't sell her organs on the black market. So when they tried to even walk out of the seedy south side, everyone turned their noses at them. They judged his mother for only wanting to live. And like that, they gave her a death sentence for her class. He huffed as he grabbed the dagger hidden in his pants. He could do it, take away someone precious to this kingdom as it did to him. He glanced at the blade and tossed it into a drawer.
It wasn't worth it. Besides getting caught immediately, it wouldn't bring his mother back. It'd do nothing. He grabbed the sleeping clothes and held the lightweight garment up. It was a bit frilly for his taste, but it looked at least good enough to sleep in. Tossing off his clothes in a pile on the floor, he changed and felt his shoulders pressing against the material. As long as he didn't move too much, it was fine. Jumping into bed and being consumed by the bed once more, Claude found himself asleep faster than he ever had before. It could be for the fact he wasn't sleeping on a rotting wood floor. But his sleep wasn't peaceful, over and over he turned and shifted in his slumber. His legs twitched as he dreamt of running, he was running from the illusions of people. Far from the castle, from the alleys, from the kingdom. The people following him all had blank eyes as they stumbled forward, their shoulder deformed as distorted as their hands contorted for him. He didn't know most of them, but he knew that they were chasing him. Everywhere he went, no matter how many times he thought he would reach salvation, there were the doppelgangers to get him. Finally, when he couldn't run anymore, he clutched his blade as he swung it above his head and stuck the one right behind him. Familiar red hair flashing before his eyes before every nerve in his body forced him awake. The sudden force throwing himself out of bed. He shouted,
"FUCKING SHIT DAMN IT!"
Groggily, he brushed the stray strands out of his face. Covered in cold sweat, he didn't notice he ripped through the nightshirt, the seams bursting as he launched himself off the bed. On the floor, he closed his eyes tightly as he groaned. It was still pitch black outside, still the middle of the night. He panted as he sat up, rubbing the back of the neck as he painfully rose from his rude awakening. Claude tiredly looked outside to the pale moonlit shining through the wispy clouds, he nearly forgot where he was for the moment. The poor excuse for a shirt was clinging onto him for dear life, the mark of the White Swans on full display on his chest. Staring absentmindedly outside, he wouldn't notice if someone were to approach him in the least.
 
Daniel's nose was buried into a book when he looked up hearing metal hitting wood, though he ignored that noise in favor to return to a few cases he found which would perhaps win him in his own case. The hours slowly dragged on and during ht night the prince would move around now and again when needed, and did check on Rosales to find him sound asleep. This had to be beyond comfortable for the thief and Daniel was glad to see the other resting. Daniel had started to nod off and had fallen asleep at his desk, which was not an uncommon sight for Sarah to find whenever she came to wake her prince.

The thud and shouting caused the boy to jump up and ran out of the study into the room to find Rosales not in bed. Going to the side he froze seeing the man on the floor. It looked as if saw a ghost with how he appeared now. "Rosales...?" Daniel spoke softly as he moved over to the man and kneeled before the other, his hand reaching out and gently touching the man's shoulder "...Are you--"

"Prince Arthur are you okay?!" the door flew open as two guards came in. Quickly standing Daniel nod and explained it was nothing more than a bad dream which woke them. Once the guards were gone the boy went back on his knees and looked to Rosales. Tenderly the man reached out and touched the other's shoulder once more, the young man's hazel eyes held concern for the other and did really want to help the other man. Daniel was not new to nightmares nor what affect they could have on different people. Daniel's other hand reached out and took Rosales' hand, his eyes going to the strange tattoo on the other's chest before returning to the other's face. "Rosales." Daniel's voice tenderly spoke the other's name, his hands gentle enough on the other to still be felt, but would move away without a moment going by if Rosales did not want Daniel to touch him.
 
Claude immediately snapped out of his listless delirium when Daniel touched his shoulder, flinching but didn't immediately reject his touch. When he heard the doorknob turn, he immediately grabbed the remnants on his shirt and covered the tattoo completely, he couldn't let anyone see it while he was here. Anyone find out who was affiliated with- or rather affiliated with in the past, he might as well be sent on death row. Covering it and avoiding the guard's gaze, the brand burned in his skin as he gritted his teeth. Ever since that day, he couldn't sleep without those damn night terrors. He looked away in shame, a dusty pink spreading across his face as he sat there in silence. Almost like a stubborn child who didn't want to admit they were scared. The entire night had been overwhelming, and it was getting harder to keep it inside. Admittedly, being touched in a gentle way was comforting and without thinking, he quietly murmured,
"I had a nightmare... Where I was forced into a corner and I-"
He glanced at both of his hands, the blood that stained them would never wash away no matter how hard he tried. No matter how much time had passed and his mind tells him that it'll be okay, his heart keeps telling him that he didn't have to fight. The number of times he watched the life drain from another person's eyes with these hands was more than he could care to count. His eyebrows furrowed as he quickly closed off again, wiping away the distress with a dismissive tone,
"It was a stupid dream. Sorry, living in the slums isn't great for sleep."
Claude didn't care to remove his hand or anything, in fact, he reached up and gently placed his hand over Daniel's. A part of him was crying out, crying for a shred of warmth. Despite the calluses and rough scars across his fingers and palm, he tried his best to be as delicate as possible with the doll-like hand. Even when he insisted through gritted teeth,
"I'm fine... Go back to bed."
Claude wouldn't let go of his hand. His chest tightened, he could barely breathe in without the crushing pain coursing through his heart. Every beat flooded his senses, overwhelming him. The room was spinning as the haze in his mind only thickened. Finally, he couldn't ignore the building pressure inside and it began bursting at the seams. He finally gripped Daniel's hand, there was only one way to end the night. He couldn't open up, not to him. Ripping off his hand from his body, he dropped it as he spoke more for himself than to Daniel,
"I don't need help. I'll say up too, so claim your bed again if you want."
He walked over to the window, staring intently in the night sky. He refused to go back into that bed, he refused to even sleep again. he'd rather be groggy and sleep-deprived. Gripping the window sill, he wanted to hit something so badly. He wanted to get out the damn tension in his fingers, feel alive with the crack of his knuckles and the screaming of his nerve endings from the pain. Claude had a feeling though, that Daniel wouldn't let this go. So almost as a diversion, he asked,
"If not, we can always talk then. I'm sure you have questions about me. Better to know about each other since we're in this mess."
 
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