#timedandtaled

the  palace  was  incredibly  vast;  long,  seemingly  endless  corridors  leading  to  different  kingdoms  -  it  seemed.  ever  since  waking  from  seemingly  endless  slumber,  he'd  taken  the  time  to  explore.  each  &  every  corner  of  the  castle  was  meant  to  be  checked  out  &  observed.  unfortunately,  most  of  them  were  empty  -  or  filled  with  the  most  basic  furniture,  which  he  assumed  meant  it  was  guest  rooms.  or  something  like  that.  some  days  he  liked  hiding  in  them  just  so  he  could  get  away  from  it  all  for  a  few  hours.  sometimes  he  napped,  sometimes  he  read  or  practiced  sewing.

he'd  gone  for  a  short  nap  today  towards  the  late  afternoon  of  the  third..?  or  so  day  of  the  celebrations  at  the  castle.  they  all  stayed  up  quite  late  the  night  prior.  he  felt  much  better  when  he  woke  &  a  long  stretch  &  small  yawn  later,  he  was  on  his  way  out  -  pushing  through  the  door,  only  to  find  someone  ...  "oh!"  right  there.  he  almost  bumped  into  a  broad  chest  &  stumbled  backwards  with  a  little  flush  tinting  his  cheeks.  "sorry,  i  didn't  think  anybody  would  be  here.  are  you  lost?"

Carmine did not enjoy parties. Not like the Queen did. He always found them to be a frivolous waste of time. But as the de facto face of the Red Kingdom, he had a duty to represent them, and represent them he did tonight. Duty fulfilled.

So with the Knave in tow, they left slightly early returned to Palazzo Rosso.

"Secure the perimeter for me," Carmine orders, hastily undressing as soon as they entered his sleeping quarters. "The Queen decided to remain at the party longer, and I was told not to wait. Inform the other guards of this so they know. " As always, his tone is authoritative and clear; when the King gave orders, they were followed.