Sage couldnt help but find himself wondering about the prince as he worked. He'd never actually seen the guy. which wasn't surprising, but even so he'd been brought up by the others as a weapon. None of them particularly liked any of the royal family...or anyone who thought they were worth more than them simply because of where they'd been born into the social classes of the society. Well, that was a lie...they despised them. hated them, with a bruning passion. And he had been brought up with that same hate. He wasn't sure he would want to be picked....he'd been taking his time out in the fields, killing off the best guards one by one. It was a slow process.... each guard had to be killed secretly, with enough time in between that no one suspected anything. He'd always made it look like an animal attack....there were plenty of those out where they were kept in their little shacks, which really weren't any protection at all. Either way, he eventually decided he would use this opportunity...the prince coming down here....to feel him out. How big he was, what weapons he had, how he moved. His ultimate goal was to kill him, of course, and then the rest of the royal family, one by one, and his plan was moving. Slowly, yes, but it was moving all the same, and he didn't need that ruined by the prince dragging him off to dress him. The work of the fields was exhausing, and killed off many servants as it got hotter out....but it also kept him fit, as he'd steal food and such from the guards when they weren't looking. Not enough to make him look any less skinny and worn down than the rest of the workers, but enough to keep him healthy enough to stay stong.

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He was surprised when the trumpets went off, and he glanced up at the sun quickly, wondering how it could already be noon. Well, the sun was high in the sky, so he'd been thinking and absentmindedly been doing his job in the meantime. Of course, he didn't mind that...it was a good way to pass the time and ignore how thirsty, hungry, and tired he was int he moment. He glanced over where the other servants were pointing and murmuring, though quietly and discretely enough that the guards wouldn't hear or notice. The king and queen were in their fancy little carriage, moving down the lines and doing their best to avoid puddles or mud. He snorted and went back to his work, only to have a guard come up and grab him a few minutes later, winding a rope made of harsh material around his wrists and then neck, dragging him off to where the carriage had stopped at the end of the field. He was too stunned to do much as people swarmed him, talkign and touching and...honestly, it was so much of a blur he wasnt really sure what they were doing. Soon enough though, the guard tied to rope to the handle of the carriage, leaving him to hurry after it as the horses started trotting off back to the castle. Well....that wasn't how things were supposed to work out. He threw a desperate glance back at the fields, wanting to get back out there, live life like he normally did...but soon enough the castle gates closed behind him and he stopped alongside the carriage, letting whoever grabbed the rope drag him off and down some hallways, the person all the while muttering why they'd picked a dirty field rat for the prince. He glowered under his hair, cheeks flushing with both embarrasment and anger at the man's comments, but kept his eyes down, knowing better than to disobey already. He'd just have to make the most of his situation, he suppposed.

Sage was still slightly breathless by the time the doors had shut behind him, but once the king and queen emerged from the carriage and such, he forced himself into a normal breathing pattern, despite how it made his lungs burn. He let out a slight huff of air when he heard the new set of boot clomping along the stone pathways they were on. Judging by the sound of it, it was the prince. A quick glance upwards confirmed his suspicions, and also told him that if he was going to kill the other boy, it had better be quickly, because he wasn't sure how long he would last in a fight against him. He was tall...and not just tall, but built like...well, like a knight. The picture perfect prince. It took a large amount of effort not to answer at that.

He was rather surprised when the first thing the prince said was to release him, and he tensed when the guards reached for him, but forced himself not to flinch away as they slid the ropes off of him. He eyed the prince warily from under his rats nest pile of hair, which hadn't been combed or washed in....a long time. He wasn't even sure how long it was, it was so tangled. His wrists were chaffed under the mud on his skin though, so he slowly moved to run them with a sort of wince, though quickly his what he was doing when the queen spoke up. He bowed silently to her in response to her comments, knowing if he spoke she'd probably have a hissy fit about it. But he dipped his head to the prince when he said to follow, scuttling after him as he strode off. He had to move quickly to stay somewhat caught up, walking to the side and just behind the guy, since his legs were so much longer than sages were. But, sage has plenty of pent up energy due to nerves, and a strong body, so he moved along the road quickly despite that. He sort of peeked around at the castle as they entered it, trying his best not to look too impressed. But...it was better than he'd even imagined, so it was hard not to look surprised. He did keep in mind not to look up too much, or to look at the prince in the face....such a thing was punishable in itself. But hed need to know his way around the place, so he kept everything he saw and heard tucked away nearly in his mind. He did feel a little bit bad about getting the floor dirty though ...he had no shoes, and while it was hard to tell due to the amount of mud on him, he was definitely leaving a trail of the stuff behind him. He knew they were rich enough to replace it all, and he didn't feel bad for whoever owned it. The king and queen probably. He just felt bad for whatever poor souls they made clean it all up.

Sage had followed the prince around for a while, taking note of...well, everything. He couldn't waste any time trying to figure out where he was or where a room or object was, he'd just be expected to know it all, he knew that already. He was going to be hitting the floor running. No ..sprinting was the better word for it. And obviously not sprinting fast enough, as the castle was, admittedly, huge...and much more complex than he'd initially given it credit for. To be fair, he'd only seen the walls of the place from our in the fields ...so he wasn't sure why he was so surprised.

He raised an eyebrow silently when the princess swooped over, but nodded politely when she came to her brother. It was custom, and he'd do it, even if she ignored him. Which she did, not surprisingly. He did take special note of which room was the princes, as he'd obviously be there often. He followed the prince down to his own room...which also came as a surprise. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but it certainly wasn't a room of his own. And so close to the prince. Though, they had plenty of money and rooms. It was just much more than he was used to, he supposed. He nodded in response to the princes comments, humming out a tired "yes, sir," before cocking his head slightly when the other boy asked him what his name was. He hadn't expected that either. Not that it mattered...he'd still kill the whole family. He could act meek for now...not that it was all an act, he supposed. But he'd hide his time, make sure it worked. Because of it didn't, it was flogging and a noose after torture, if he was lucky. "Sage," he finally responded carefully, finding it odd to be speaking to his....master? He wasn't sure what to call him.

Once he'd been shooed off though, he slid into his room and closed the door, sliding down it with a tired sigh. He sat there for a while before forcing himself to his feet, knowing he had to get up and be down at the dining hall soon. No doubt the queen would be impatient. He let his gaze move around the room, and his eyes widened with shock. He hadn't expected it to be so ...nice. hell, he had a bed and lights and running water with a bathroom attached to the main room. He wasn't one to shower daily, but he found himself eager to clean up after years worth of field work with very few showers. None of which had shampoo or anything. It took him a while to clean up, but he felt like a whole new person as he got dressed into a very soft tunic and trousers, which fit him well. They were a tad long, but nothing that wound hinder him. If anything, they were more comfortable than skin tight...he wouldn't have been comfortable in that. He let out a sort of breath, tying his hair somewhat up though leaving the shorter strands half covering his face. He just felt...dafter that way. Then he moved to wander down to find the dining hall, knocking and sliding in warily when the queen called for him to enter.

Sage had slid into the dining room hesitantly, knowing full well the royal family would all be in there, and the others wouldn't be as kind as the prince so far. Not that the prince was particularly kind....but he'd at least made sure to know his name, and he given him time to clean up after working in the fields.

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He padded forward when the king gestured for him to come towards them, and he did so quietly but quickly, strengthened strides carrying him to the table in an efficient manner. He walked much faster and smoother than you'd expect given his shorter size. He bowed to the royals, giving the queen a simple nod as she spoke, then a quick shake of his head in response to her condescending question. His fists clenched slightly behind his back, but his face didn't change. He'd mastered his poker face, showing no emotion, not giving away any of his thoughts or feelings. No...that was likely to get him killed. Especially if they found out he was planning to kill them. He found himself wondering which he'd kill first.....the princess would be the easiest target, but if he went for the king, that would be the worst opponent taken care of right away.

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He jerked back to reality when the queen finished speaking, and shook his head when she mentioned having questions. He really didn't...not important ones any way. And if he talked to her now the question likely to come out was something along the lines of "do you do anything besides bitch at people," and that really wasn't the impression he wanted to make. He needed them to believe he was meek. Willing to do whatever they told him to do, no questions asked. He hated it, all of it, but he'd gotten used to it. So, he could abide by their rules. For now.

(ok I was thinking that they need something to happen to get them somewhat closer...any ideas? Just so we can't get some more dialogue between them and such lol)

(Crap, sorry for not having responded for a bit, I've been busy and my brain has just been malfunctioning lately. And yeah, but what would this thing be? (I'll PM you so we don't break the forum rp rules))