Melo | 20 | prince of Ulea | w/Sibyl and Krea
"It's not that simple. There's s lot at stake if I'm hurt or killed, the power could be shifted, even stolen from my family if the eldest son isn't able to rule after his father. Got to keep me in mint condition." He smiled faintly, eyes trained on the ground. "it's not all that bad though, the castle is large, and the garden out back is quite the sight. I'll show it to you sometime, the day lilies are in full bloom now."
The garden was his favorite part of the castle. It was never completely quiet out there, unlike many of the yawning hallways inside. There was always a soft whisper as the wind carved its way through the sky, and leaves were always rustling against one another and birds were always speaking to each other from their perches on the branches of the trees. He also had a small plot of land there that he had convinced the gardeners not to disturb, where he kept his own little garden. It wasn't very pretty, and usually did not hold the bursting rainbow of flowers the other perfectly-kept beds did, spilling their perfumed fragrance across the yard, but it was his and was always proud when another tender bud found it's way into the sun.
He nodded in understanding at Sibyls response, raising his eyebrows, a hint of a smile showing around his features. "so you took down a two hundred pound man for bullying her." He asked, somewhat in wonder. "Krea must mean the world to you." He once again became aware of her on his back. She had wrapped her arms around his neck now, her head on his shoulder as she slept. She felt so fragile, like glass. A little china doll protected by her toy soldier.
"no, stop it" he scolded himself, "this is not romantic"





