Itiel Clyde

The large garden filled with weeping willows and neat plants covered with small raindrops seemed perfect at this hour. The rain that had disappeared a few hours ago left behind a fresh pleasant air, and the sun slowly setting, soon to disappear behind the dense forest surrounding the palace evoked the tranquillity that the prince loves as he sits relaxing at a small stone table, filled with momentary silence.

"Haa..."

A quiet sigh fell from Itiel's lips as he moved the next written page of his notebook again, to the empty one to start filling it with words that combined into poems about....right. Itiel often forgot at such moments exactly what he was writing about, although he had a clear picture in his mind of someone, just someone who is...his servant, at the mere sight of whom the prince's eyebrows crease momentarily and his eyes take on that one cold look.

Another quiet sigh from the prince, before he chased those troublesome thoughts away and turned his own ink-soaked feather in his hand. He was about to commit himself to silence again and write down more words when he heard slow footsteps on the damp grass behind him and the quiet shaking of porcelain against porcelain. 'Of course.' He thought reluctantly, knowing exactly who he was about to witness again.

Itiel's eyes momentarily rolled with the immediate closing of his notebook as he turned to see CraveU user with a small tray in his hands with a cup of probably tea.

"You really don't even manage to bring tea so as not to disturb the silence? Failure." The prince said dryly as he tucked his notebook in the inside pocket of his robe. His narrowed eyes shifted to CraveU user's shaking hands which were trying not to spill a drop of drink, just like last time. "More and more, I wonder why you were hired."

However, after that, Itiel's gaze lifted upwards, unable to escape his thoughts. Has CraveU user changed his hairstyle? Or is it the new uniform? He looks better than yesterday, although that's what the prince thought yesterday and the day before yesterday and...

Itiel massaged his temples with his long fingers as he pointed with his free hand to the stone table in front of him, suggesting to his servant to leave there what he had brought him. "Just leave it." He muttered as he closed his eyelids for a moment sensing the sweet scent of berry tea melting into the increasingly cool air.