<div style="text-align: left"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(211, 211, 211)">[bcolor=transparent]"No, not really," Bazel admitted his gaze still on the over grown roses that seemed to be trying to engulf the stone paths to the castle. As if that would keep people safe by keeping them out and the Witch in. If only it was so simple, "however there's nothing that can be done about it at this moment and dwelling in it won't help us any either,"[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]The prince then pulled his gaze from the roses and looked over at Emris. The other man had seemed uncomfortable with the place the moment they'd stepped inside and Bazel hated how it made his self loathing grow. If he'd just noticed sooner...but there wasn't anything to be done about that. They had a plan and standing about wouldn't get them any closer to completing it, "I should show you to where you'll be staying so you can get settled. No doubt they'll wish for you to hunt something for the table tomorrow and you could use the time to prepare,"[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]Bazel then began to walk again, his pace slow enough so Emris could remember the way but not so slow where they had to dwell in the halls. The dark feeling looming above them, until they entered a more run down segment of the castle. Despite the cracks and faded tapestries the air was lighter. As though the dark couldn't enter. He continued to walk down the halls, morning light filtering through dusty windows causing bothe the prince's hair and the many golden leaves printed on the walls to shimmer. The further they got from the entrance to the wing the clearer the air felt. Numerous plants sat in pots along the halls, large leaves dinking in the light, and Bazel trailed his fingers over a few as he walked. He didn't stop until he came to an oak door covered in an intricate ivy pattern.[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]"This will be your room," He said as he pushed the door open. Inside was what the prince would view as a moderately sized room-though it was much larger than most homes-and looked over at Emris. His gaze didn't stay long before it drifted away, trailing over the furnishings. A large fireplace sat against the left wall, winged on either side by two potted trees, their bark white with pale gold leaves. While they went with the white, gold, and blue color scheme of the room Bazel wondered if Emris would find them odd. He pushed the thought aside and looked over everything else. Their was a desk and bookshelf along the opposite wall, thought what it contained Bazel wasn't sure he'd skimmed it briefly before but had never found anything that had interested him. A window sat above the desk and provided a great deal of natural light. Against the back wall rested a large canopy bed and a door to the right of that leading to a private bathing chamber with a large claw footed tub. There was more than enough space for Emris to put his things. To the left of the bed was a tapestry and Bazel approached it before brushing it aside and revealing another door, "This connects directly to the secret passages. It's easy to get lost in there if you don't know where you're going. I'll show them all to you eventually as it's how we'll get around the castle most of the time. I doubt my family knows they exist so the Witch shouldn't either,"[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]With that he ducked inside gesturing for Emris to fallow. The route he took was straight, though even if it wasn't Bazel could navigate the passages with no light...which was good for him as he'd neglected to light a candle. It took no more than two minutes before the emerged back out into the castle. At first glance the room would appear to be a green room. There where plants and flowers of various sizes and shapes all over the place. The room was partially circular and all but the wall connecting it to the rest of the castle was made of glass. However any place not taken up by plants held towering bookshelves stuffed with tomes of varying sizes. A desk was pushed against one of the glass walls, more books where piled on top of it as well as several journals and a small potted rose bush. Unlike the others outside this one was such a dark red it appeared black.[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]After stepping aside to allow Emris in he gestured to the room, "This is my study, if at any point you need anything feel free to come in. I'm here most of the time, day or night,"[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]Bazel then shifted his weight before looking about nervously. The room was immaculate, outside of his cluttered desk, but once again he couldn't help but wonder if it all seemed odd to Emris. He was known as an eccentric prince, an oddity, but he wasn't sure how much of that gossip had slipped from higher circles to lower ones so he wasn't sure how much of a surprise everything was to Emris. Most people laughed at him, not to his face of course but he'd heard enough chuckles and whispers to know what the vast portion of nobility thought of him. The strange reclusive prince who talked to plants and his horse more than people. Who avoided parties in favor of reading old books. He didn't...didn't want Emris to think poorly of him though. Didn't want him to laugh as well, he needed the other man's help and while he doubted Emris would just up and leave because Bazel was a bit odd he still didn't want to add to the shifting anxiety Bazel already felt in his gut. Letting a stranger so close, though it was necessary felt odd. [/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]Unable to wait for any response he dropped his gaze to his boots, "I'm sure you're...you're hungry. I did drag you away without eating and...I'll...I'll go get something,"[/bcolor]<br/>
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[bcolor=transparent]The prince then fled back into the passages, once more without a light, only to reappear ten minutes later with a tray holding fruit and pastries, as well as a small pot of tea. Not looking at Emris he cleared of his desk, or rather pushed everything to one side and sat the tray down. He then vanished into the maze of plants and bookshelves coming back with a plush reading chair, though moving it left him a bit out of breath. Bazel pushed it to the desk and stepped back, "There...I...well...do you have any questions?"[/bcolor]</span></span>​</div>