Ean smiled at her words before nodding. He liked her enthusiasm; whether it was fake, and she was merely pretending to care about his city, or it was genuine and she actually was very curious about it, he had no clue. Either was, he appreciate it. "Right, let's go," he said, beginning to walk in a certain direction.
They passed the town square, which was filled with people to the brim, then the market, with it's hundreds of different smells. When he caught scent of the different smells, his stomach growled. He had grown accostumed to all of the different, delicious smells of food and other things, and now that he was not able to smell it every day when he woke up, a pang of sadness went through him. He missed everything about the city, from the smells to the food to the people, and even the things that had seemed so insignificant before now seemed so important, and were vital roots to his daily life.
It didn't take them long at all to get to Truen castle. Once they reached it, he strode right through the front doors, past the guards. Although they looked confused as to why the Prince was back, they obviously knew him and chose not to question it. They knew from experience what his temper could be like, and obviously didn't want to cross him.
He looked around, his eyes darting once more in every direction they could, taking in everything. Nothing had changed, really. Except for the silence; it was deafening. Usually there were voices filling the castle; the servants and cooks, his mother, the nurses for his father, or even his siblings or himself. He frowned. Sure, many of the servants as well as his family- aside from his father, of course- had come along with them. But hadn't anyone remained. He knew his father was still here, and yet another pang of unease went through him. He was here, all alone, aside from the people taking care of him. What a miserable life he now lived, since he'd been injured.
Swallowing quickly, Ean turned to Giovanna and forced a smile upon his face. "Come, I'll show you the upstairs. There isn't much to see now, since everyone is gone. I believe only one cook has remained, for my- er, I mean, just in case. And many of the servants came with us. Obviously my sisters came along too, so it's going to be rather boring here." Shrugging, saying that there was nothing to do about it, he led her towards the stairs. Once upstairs, they reached a hall that had numerous doors on each side.
"Well, here on the left is my mother and father's room." He quickly kept walking, slowing down as they reached another door. "Here is my youngest sister Marietta's room, as well as Chloe's room; they share, since they are the two youngest, although Chloe is two years older than Marietta, who's six" He continued down the hall, stopping again at the next door. "This is my other two sister's room, Julienna and Marlena, who are identical and twelve." He shook his head slightly, a small smile on his face. "You'll want to watch out for them, they have been known to be quite the duo; they get into your head, those two." They reached the end of the hallway and he stopped yet again. "And this is my lovely sister Annabell's room; you think I'm arrogant? Wait until you meet her." He shook his head again before turning the corner and going down yet another hallway. This one had a less weathered look to it, almost as if less people traveled down it. There were only a few doors, considerably less than the other hallway. "Er, and this is the 'boy's rooms, I suppose you could say. He gestured to one door as they passed it, not bothering to stop. "Brentley's room," he murmured quietly, a lump forming in his throat as he said it. It had never even gotten to be used, and dust covered the doorknob. He finally stopped at the last door in the hallway. "And, er, my room," he half-smiled at her as he said it. He was unsure if she wanted to go in or not, and he stood there awkwardly, waiting for a response.
