Demon Heart, Demon Throne

Iridessa grinned. "That sounds nice." She said, standing as well. "Id like to talk to someone other than a gossiping maid."
 
He nods, smiling faintly, turning away, walking back the way he came, hair flowing behind him. A curious sensation flutters around in his stomach. He smiles slightly, and heads back to the palace.
 
Iridessa couldnt help the large grin that broke out on her face as she continued to help the gardener. Oh what a lovely day it had been!
 
The prince walks up the steps back into the palace. It was curious, he hadn't really made a point to pay attention to anyone personally. But he found a longing to talk to Rose more. It made him feel at ease, something that was very rare for him. The prince walks into a meeting room to host a meeting between royals to discuss the empire,. Of course his parents wouldn't be attending, which sparked an already burning rage in his stomach, killing the pleasant fluttery one.
 
All of the royals in the meeting were speaking to one another, their only chance for plesant conversation before the meeting began. A few servants were serving little snacks as the officials mingled. A few servants, upon seeing the prince, clustered together and started to gossip.
 
He glances over slightly, seething about his parents inside, but keeping it contained and hidden. "Is there something you'd like to say?" Red eyes shining with an almost unearthly sheen.
 
The servants all clam up, a guilty look on their faces. They had been talking about the prince and Iridessa, and were hoping he hadnt heard. "N-no sir. Sorry sir." A maid said quickly.
 
He nods and turns walking to the head of the long table and knocks a piece of wood with a silver hammer like like piece, making a loud sound ring through the room. "Quiet please, we have many things to discuss."
 
All the royals quieted down and took their seats, looking at the prince expectantly. A few looked pleases to be there, while a great number more looked very disgruntled. One or two looked as of they couldnt care either way.
 
His eyebrow twitches a bit subtly, the only sign he wasn't too happy. I need to remember to replace all the ones who don't show interest. What a pathetic council. He clears his throat beginning the meeting. It runs late into the night, ending a a while later over the time that was said.
As the meeting finishes, he stands up and picks up a few leather books or records, leaving the room swiftly, hair swirling behind him. To some of the more macho oriented nobles, he was considered to be a girly boy. If anyone e though was to say this to his face, they'd wish they hadn't accepted their status in the nobility.
 
Iridessa, remembering the conversation between herself and the prince, positioned herself just down the hall from his room. She was staring out the window, attempting to count stars and trace constellations. The moon was full that night, and Iri found herself just staring at it for minutes at a time.
 
Damon, forgetting of their talk in his own little seething mind, walks past, too distracted to notice carrying the three leather books walking to his door, loosening the neck accessory around his neck quietly sighing.
 
Iridessa hadnt noticed him either, her attention captured in the beauty and silent music of the night sky. She replayed the day in her mind, and idly wondered how he was, considering all of the stress he must go through. Iridessa leaned against the window and started to doze, though she was only half asleep.
 
He walks into his room shutting the door behind him. He makes his way over to the table setting down the record books and undoes the neck band setting it down and takes off his coat, pausing feeling like he was forgetting something.
 
Iridessa shook herself awake, and started singing softly to keep herself from dozing. She was waiting on the prince after all. It would be bad form for him to find her dozing. As she sung, so soft that only those awake and with very good hearing could listen, she pictured his face over the moon, and a small smile graced her features.
 
He pauses hearing the singing before turning. Now he remembered. He invited the servant iridessa to talk. He walks over to the door, opening it noticing her by the window. He freezes, seeing her faint smile and her hair aglow with moonlight. The faint fluttery feeling begins to stir again calming the flame of rage toward his parent in his stomach. He slowly walks out standing behind her.

"I apologize... I forgot about my invitation."
 
Iridessa turned around to look at him, her smile slightly growing. "No need to apologize. You remembered in the end, didn't you?" Iridessa had to restrain a bit of a swoon. He looked radiant in the moonlight, and his red eyes demanded more attention than ever. His silver hair matched the glow of the moon.
 
he tilts his head a bit, back into the old absent habit of studying her features. For some reason, the usually smooth calm prince can't seem to find anything to say, standing regally in the slightly chilly moonlight, that matched him perfectly.
 
Iridessa patiently waited for him to regain his words, studying his red eyes intently. This silence was a comfortable one, and Iridessa felt very calm and serene. In fact, even if he had not remembered, she would have stayed all night, waiting. He seemed very tired, and very worn out. Iri supposed that being royalty was not all it was said to be.
 
He clears his throat after a while and runs a hand through his long hair motioning to true door to his room. "You can still come in if you like, I am just a bit exhausted. So I may not be all here... Also, " he pauses, feeling slightly uncomfortable, hating having to ask her this for some reason, "while we're around in the castle, I think it'd be best to stick to honorifics."
 
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