The next three days seemed to fly by, As Anthiony showed her the gardens in the back and brought her to the waterfall, he escotted her and let her watch him and anthony duel a few time in the training yard, which also was used for blood ball. the reason why Brandon was gone. "Blood ball is our version of football, the goal is to kill or make your oponent pass out or unable to continue, Though noone has ever died, since we are so hard to kill. It is very bloody and lots of fun. Our Prince is off at a tournament it's why he is good. Champions are held with great respect. " he looked to Cliff and smiled. "Cliff is our reighning champ at the Castle, however i have beaten several times. Most of the time he is here to heal us afterqwards . " he laughs and smiles continuing, he introduced her to the Chef, named Chef since thats all he knew how to do other wise his name was Roger, Anthony proclaimed it a stupid name. They started the daily tasks of two meals a day once in the morning and once in the evening<br/>(morning-sunset) (evening-sunrise). Also the night were always anthony spooning her for the skin to skin he needed.<br/><br/>The third day rolled around and they had been informed Brandon would be late since he had to have medical acare before coming home. Of corse like a good Doctor Cliff was there to greet him. Once inside The prince threw his cloak to the floor and ploped on a chair letting Cliff look him over, as a rule, noone gone more then a day could go further then the parlor in the front of the castle without an examination. "Your father has brought you a gift and Anthony has returned..." Cliff starts. "A gift?" Brandon quietly awnsers sleep wafting over him till he relizes he said Anthony, 'Where is that Son of a Gun! Leaving without telling me where he is going and not awnsering me when i try to telepath with him!" his anger was clear alongside his frustration, he sits bolt up and satnds to go match where Anthony would be, this time a day. "My young Lord, please sit back down i need to finish your examination..."Cliff too was aggitated as he tried to get Brandon to sit down again. "Cliff, I make the demands around here not you! and you will do well to remember that! Now take your hands off me and instruct me where Anthony that traitor is!" he yells into the face of the Captian of the guards who only sighs, seeing Natli behind Brandon. "Prince, please calm down your making yourself look bad..." Brandon's face got incredibly red and his hands clutched Cliffs arm tightly pulling him in his face, "What did you just say..." Cliff simply nods behind him as Brandon whirls around looking at her with wide eyes red with anger. "Who the hell is that?"