Sage had spent the next couple of days just getting to know the new schedule. It took a while to get used to a real bed, and the fact that he didn't have to be in bed after dark and up before dawn. Heck, it seemed crazy guards weren't watching his every move just to take the boredom away from their own miserable existence and beat him or one of the other men out in the fields up. It was odd, and he didn't like everything that came with it, but he had found that it would be easier to kill the royal family now that he was closer to them. Of course, he'd have to take his time with it all, and be very careful not to get caught....but he wasn't too worried about that. The prince though....he seemed nice. Well, nicer than the others at least. He had decided he'd kill the others first ....starting with either the king or queen most likely. He was still deciding, and he had all the time in the world to do it.

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He was currently on his way down to the kitchen, as the queen was in there throwing a tantrum about her order being wrong. It wasn't wrong ...he'd been there when she'd ordered it....he could only guess she was just being a prick. Showing off her power. Either way, he had a different fish for her, and while he regretted having anything to do with her, he was the newest one there, so they'd all shoved the job his way. He wasn't happy about it, but he also didn't really have much of a choice. He paused outside the doors when he noticed the prince was defending the other servant though, and he cocked his head slightly. He'd done the same for him, when he'd first gotten here. Ordered them to untie him, let him bathe before telling him what to do, asking his name. He seemed like he was someone sage could work for without absolutely hating him the entire time.

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The sharp noise of the cane jolted him out of his thoughts, and he paled slightly once he realized what the noise was. He hadn't expected that, but suddenly his own body hurt at the thought of being struck like that. He had to lean against the wall and close his eyes, trying not to let the flashbacks take over his mind too much. It wasn't super successful, but oh well. He could try. The queen swept past him a while later, and when he realized the prince was still on the floor he bit his lip, heasitating before growling and shaking his head, thinking about what he should do. But...no one deserves to be treated like that....not even the prince, as much as he despised the royal family. He sighed and moved into the room after a moment, setting the plate down on the table and then kneeling next to the prince, fixing the messed up buttons on his shirt, half expecting the guy to turn on him. "You'll want marigold on that. And dock," he murmured quietly, not wanting to overstep. "Can you walk at all," he asked, wondering if he could help him. He was strong enough, though the servants garb covered his body in loose fabric, so you wouldn't know it. He was just...short. and the prince was tall. And someone might see them. "Try using more arms and less core to balance. It'll hurt less," he added, half coaxing the prince up. They'd have to get to one of their rooms to treat him...he figured the queen wouldn't want him to be helping her son. Or to know what she'd done to him. He didn't care.

(Vincent was standing, he never kneeled down.)

Prince Vincent Omveran

Sage had winced slightly when the prince grabbed his arm, but grunted with a nod in response to his thanks. At his next comments, he sort of just rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Nope, we're going to my room," he declared, helping the prince walk around. "I have some stuff in there to help with the pain and such," he added. He wrinkled his nose slightly and gave the prince a shy grin. "I'm supposed to serve you, not her, so she can deal with it, though she won't find out anything," he mused. Maybe he was over stepping....he was a servant, and shouldn't even be talking to the guy. But ...he did sympathize, so he was going to be stubborn and help the other man out.

(At a show today so it's short.. I don't have much time lol)

(it's all good!)

Sage couldn't help but laugh in response to the princes comment, rather amused by the whole thing. "Why do you think a keep a box of this sort of stuff under my bed all the time," he mused, throwing the prince a surprised glance when he said he can and can't tell him what to do. "I was assigned to you, no? Then your word goes, even before the Queen's," he pointed out with a shrug. "That's the law, and she knows it." Of course, he grunted at his last comment, shaking his head. "I know. You'll also feel a lot worse if you don't help yourself and accept help," he snorted. He really was being much more....un-servant like than he should be, but he didn't really care. The prince wasn't going to be able to do anything about it at the moment, and he doubted he'd tell him mom anything.

They got to his room soon enough though, and he let the much bigger, and heavier boy, to sit on the bed, reaching under it to grab a small box full of medicine and salves and such, which he kept there. He moved to tie his hair back and inspect the princes back carefully, humming softly. "She didn't break any skin....so you don't have to worry about infection," he noted. It was a good thing too. "Just bruises .... you'll be sore but fine," he added, moving to put a pain killer sort of lotion on the boys back before outting everything back under the bed. "Now go sleep or something," he added with a small chuckle.

Sage sort of just shrugged when the prince said he had things to do. "do what you want," he noted. "Just don't try and move your back too much," he added with a sort of snort. He knew what he was talking about about...the guards in the fields often picked on the workers for no reason other than boredom, and he was often 'misbehaving', so he was well used to the sting of the whip. The prince was lucky it hadn't broken skin....but he wasn't about to go complain to him that his wasn't so bad and look what happened to me. He still bore scabs on his own back from such treatment, and had plenty more scars from previous encounters with the guards. He nodded with a sort of shy smile when the prince thanked him, glancing out to the fields. "Yeah, well, no one should get hit, no matter what their rank is," he murmured. He didn't know if the prince had heard him or not, and he didn't check. He just stood there for a while, looking out at the fields. He rather missed them....which was quite the odd feeling. The castle was much better and he was grateful for the better conditions but....they still weren't good. He had no doubt the queen would beat a servant up as well as her own son. He sighed slightly, letting his hair down again as he normally hid behind it, and plopped down on the chair to wait until he was summoned again.

Sage glanced back at the prince when he heard his name, arching his eyebrows in question. When he heard it, a faint smile formed on his face as he thought of the other workers. "Everyone," he noted. "We're all sort of a big family out there. Help each other out," he added. Of course, he was rather surprised at the princes next comment, and he cocked his head slightly. "They'd learn," he said simply. "Most of us grew up here and that field is all we know," he said with a shrug.