Edward
Daemon Coridon
Zahrada, Astoria

"Wake up, Mik." Daemon would say once delivering a hard kick to Mikhail's bed's leg, shaking the bed and making a loud noise. Daemon was standing over the bed, his arms crossed and most of the room black save for some moonlight spilling into the room. Daemon was dressed rather plainly, in drab dark colors. In the moonlight, Daemon's hair almost looked silver and for a moment and looked almost entirely different from normal. But he had the same smirk the squire always wore. 

Another kick. "_Wake up._" He complained. "The later we wait, less people will be dicing, so _get up_."

It was an hour before midnight and most of the castle was asleep. Daemon had been able to enter due to Mikhail giving him full access to the room, the guards in Astoria rarely argued or questioned much.
Joseph
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Zahrada, Astoria 

A sharp kick shook his bed, waking him from a dreamless sleep. That was all he really got anymore, if he was able to fall asleep. He'd taken to tonics to help that, seeing as how it had thoroughly creeped just about everyone in the castle out that he'd gone days without sleeping after his return. The phrase 'you can sleep when you're dead' settled a little too true for him, and he hated wasting what borrowed time he had. 

He'd taken a light dose, just enough of the tonic to make sure his mother and Angelica had actually _seen_ him take some, before heading to bed. Still, he'd managed to doze off a bit by the time Daemon actually arrived. He sat up sharply, and for a heartbeat the glint of silver was mistaken for a weapon above him. The kick spared the thought however, and Daemon's harsh whisper had him pulling back the sheets.

He was fully dressed beneath them, having made the plans hours ago to sneak out with the squire. "I'm up, shit." He muttered, adjusting his trousers before shoving the man's shoulder. "Alright, let's go, the longer we loiter the worse chance we have of getting out.
Edward
Daemon Coridon
Zahrada, Astoria

Watched him jolt up and quickly get ready to go. "All right, lead the way then, my prince." He said, slightly exaggerating the prince part. Daemon never meant disrespect, but loved to remind Mikhail that he was technically a prince, and to make jabs about it. Once Mik gave Daemon a shove, he moved toward Mikhail's balcony and looked don, it wasn't that far down. He just hoped the trellis wouldn't break. 

"I'll go first. That way when you fall, I'll catch you." He joked before bringing a leg over the railing and sitting on it a moment, then sweeping his other leg over. He as facing inside the room and lowered himself, so his hands were on the balcony. If he were to slip when looking for a foothold on the trellis, he might keep his grip on the balcony. Carefully, Daemon lowered his left leg to look for a foothold on the trellis below. When he felt his foot hit something, he shifted his weight onto it to see if it was sturdy. Nothing broke, so he lowered the other foot to another leg of the trellis just above the other foot. Then, he brought his hands down one at a time to find something to grab.

Once he was securely holding the trellis, Daemon began to climb down, the whole time hoping the thing wouldn't broke and cause him to shatter an arm and look stupid. A breathe of relief escaped Daemon when his feet where planted on the ground. He then looked up to the balcony, to see if Mikhail was coming down.