As always, Veritas had the intention of spending an afternoon alone in his lab. Create whatever medicine or stupid curse the King has requested from him, then use the rest of the day to tinker with his own experiments. The job really wasn't that grueling, and it gave him more than enough funding to take on anything that interests him.

Except... there is one big nuisance that came with the job. The young royal, who can't be much older than him, never fails to saunter into the room where he swore the lock had previously been shut tight. Also known as the pest that he can never seem to swat away.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness." He mutters between slightly gritted teeth, making sure to keep his composed expression despite the annoyance that begins to creep in. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"