Volpen looked around the barracks as his friends prepared for their off duty or guard duty. He smirked and walked over to one of the guards who was throwing a coughing fit. "Hello my friend, are you well? If you'd like I can fill in for you while you rest." The guard nodded still coughing. Volpen picked up his whip blade and heading for the guards post, he was assigned to the royal dinning room. Volpen smiled looking out the windows as he passed them, he loved days like this, they seemed to be filled with good things in Volpen's oppion, that is until he entered the dinning hall. He looked around the mass of nobles and royal from the two nations and frowned slightly. Volpen walked into the room as the assassin left. He examined the dark clad figure before shrugging and looking around the room. Volpen laughed slightly as he saw Erin dancing with the prince. He absolutely enjoyed Erin's shows and hated the title Lady Fool, he thought Erin didn't deserve such a degrading title.<br/><br/>He stood leaning up against the wall examining the busy room. Volpen covered his face with his scarf only allowing people to see his eyes, he was slightly afraid of one of the nobles realizing who he is. With every passing day Volpen noticed he was starting to look more and more like his dad, Volpen shivered at the thought of becoming more like that dumbass barbarian. He noticed Princess Juli and nodded at her wondering if she'd ever seen him on the battle field like he'd seen her. But Volpen doubted she'd pay anyhead to an exile like himself, even though his fighting style was one not easy forgotten, the whirlwind of the whip blade shredding the enemy's flesh was not a thing easily by passed. The name "Exile" suited Volpen just fine, some of his friends even began to refer to him as "X" but that was only one soldier, and he was in his earlier years. The soldier was slain by a Blood Raven it battle. Volpen had nearly forgotten until he noticed Prince Henrik.<br/><br/>At this moment Volpen sighed trying to forget the troubles that would, with any hope, be history. Without thinking or noticing Volpen began to sing to the music. His voice filled the room, some of the nobles had stopped their conversations and began listening to the song and music mixture with bliss in their minds. Before long Volpen realized his idle action and stopped. Behind his scarf his face was slightly red with embarrassment.