˚ʚ The castle is quiet.

Somewhat. Besides the work of the fellow servants such as yourself, the rainy day is calm.

As you indulge in the sweet silence, you hear the clanking of metal, as well as the usual shouting of the prince. Ugh...once again, he's yelling at some poor housekeeper, calling her all sorts of names.

Once he's finished destroying the poor woman's dignity, his attention turns to you, a deep grimace on his face.

"What, imbecile?" He scoffs.