Allen caught a grin on a chef's face as the princess began to leave out of the corner of his eye. He stopped turning his head so that it was obvious that he was looking. The man froze, gave him a thumbs-up before returning to his chores. Really... With a resigned sigh he followed the princess. He briefly caught sight of a blue scarf from the window, my, my, this is going to get interesting.<br/><br/>Interesting it was, but not for Allen. He stood behind the throne, nearly blending in with the red curtain.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Ah... Damned scarf. Kyle tore the scarf from his face and strode quickly down the row of servants and maids. A servant, fell into step with him, ushering him to the throne room. Rows of flame roses. Good thing he had decided to bring<span style="font-style: italic">it</span>. The servant paused before a set of double doors at the end of the corridor and pushed it open, indicating that he should walk in,<span style="font-style: italic">before his butler.</span><br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Marlon strode into the chamber, his blue scarf flapping limply behind him. He bowed, deeply. And if one payed close attention to Allen, one would notice that his eyelids seemed to narrow, the skin around his lip tightening. Even so, he said nothing for his duty was to the princess.