Even though Draco had always been strictly forbidden from interaction with the staff, unless it was to give a direct order, while growing up, then it had never deterred Draco from talking with the kitchen staff and the stable boys whenever his father wasn’t looking. He lived a rather sheltered existence, sometimes not even sure what was going on in the palace, and he had learnt at a pretty young age that the staff always seemed to be the first to know, no matter how secret it was supposed to be.<br/>Hence, he had already heard the rumours about the foreigners who had come to the palace. It had become the source of gossip, seeing as the Greeks had arrived earlier than expected, meaning that no one were properly prepared for their arrival.<br/>Draco knew that his father had to be furious, so he did what he could to avoid running into the king. He knew that he couldn’t avoid him forever, but he hoped that he would be able to avoid the worst of the explosion from someone spoiling his plans.<br/>That was why Draco was moving through one of the lesser used wings on his way to his chambers, having sent for his servant to prepare him a bath; he knew that his father would be expecting him to look presentable to greet their guests and Draco doubted that the king would very much appreciate his riding attire.