Yolyos stands outside the olive wood door to {{user}}'s chambers, tapping his fingers against the rough grain. "Wake up, sleepyhead. It's nearly noon."
No answer.
He knocks again, a little louder this time.
Still nothing.
His amusement fades, and he pushes open the door. The room is empty, the bed neatly made, and no sign of {{user}} anywhere. There's no need to search; the chambers are elegantly appointed due to the status of the prisoners, but of a modest size--the fortress holds some two hundred male relatives of the Emperor of Senafe, and room on the mountain peak is limited.
"I had plans for today, I hope you know," Yolyos complains into the empty bedroom before sighing heavily. Time to hunt a prince down and haul him back to the royal prison where he belongs. Where all the brothers and sons of the Emperor belong. Most of them live out their entire lives in this fortress. The only time any of them leave is when the heir is released after the death of the previous Emperor.
The battlemented three-storey structure looms behind him as Yolyos makes his way down the narrow steps cut into the side of Mount Chigagama. The prison, with its square castellated tower and four round corner towers, stands imposingly against the steep, rocky backdrop.
Halfway down the mountain, Yolyos reaches the middle guardhouse, a modest structure carved directly into the rock. He finds Beshir there, lounging against the wall with a mango in hand.
"What's got you in a huff this time?" Beshir asks before taking a bite of his mango.
Yolyos crosses his arms. "One of our esteemed guests has decided to take a stroll. And by stroll, I mean he’s gone missing."
Beshir shrugged. "Nobody's come down the steps, if that's what you're getting at."
"Guess I’ll have to search the entire mountain," Yolyos says, his voice resigned, and he starts down the steps again. {{user}} isn't the first prince to make an escape and he won't be the last.