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Nov 10, 2014 12:17PM
Douglas stood and paced in his room before deciding he needed fresh air. As he opened his bedroom door he walked into the hallway, "Ahhh for goodness sake!" he said angrily not realising Tylia was there.
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Tylia jumps up, a soft cry of surprise escaping her lips.
Douglas whipped his head round to see Tylia. "What are you doing?" he snaps. Calm down. he took a deep breath and tries again. "What are you doing?" he asks calmer than first time, but still angry.
Tylia's eyes glisten with tears she was fighting back. "I was waiting until you called for me... Your majesty." Her voice trembles.
Seeing her eyes shimmer with tears he softened a little. Why hasn't she left if she is upset? "Come" was all he said as he made his way to the gardens.
Tylia wipes away her hidden tears and follows him close behind. "Yes, your majesty."
He walks slowly, but takes long strides. Finally they reached the garden. "Usually maids are throwing insults or planning to leave by now." he said as he reached the bench. He sat before continuing. "Why aren't you?"
Tylia looks down nervously, taking a moment to answer. When she speaks, her voice is sort of far off, distracted. "Unlike the other maids, I was born and raised to always obey." It was either obey or be killed, she added in her mind.
Dougie looked at her with his intense dark eyes. He raised an eyebrow in question, know she wouldn't answer unless asked.
"My parents couldn't afford having a child, and that's how the Lorinean orphanages work." Tylia speaks softly.
"Sound dire." he spoke his mind, then turned to her with an apologetic look. "Sorry. I'm used to speaking my mind." Dougie had no idea why he was apologizing to her.
"You have no need to apologize, your majesty." She responds truthfully.
Douglas thought about it. Tylia must have been through some amount to not want to throttle him and give into it. He turned his head so he was looking upward, to the sky.
Tylia stands, looking down, completely silent.
"Your shy?" he stated the thought in his head. Dougie always spoke his mind, usually to get at people, but it was times like these he hated it.
"I..." Startled, Tylia takes a moment to answer. "I guess, your majesty."
"Hmm" he hummed, "Don't be." Douglas didn't quite believe what he was saying, but said it anyway. "Call me Dougie when it's just me and you Tylia." He finally used her name and he preferred it to 'maid'.
Tylia gives the prince- Dougie- an odd look. "I- Yes, your ma- Dougie."
He smiled, such a childish smile, but it was him. "Just don't when my mother and father are around." he frowned, "They don't like it."
Tylia nods, confusion reflecting across her face.
Seeing her expression Dougie continued. "I don''t like the name Douglas, its too proper and they don't like the name Dougie, it too improper, but when I explain they don't listen."
Tylia nods as he speaks, a soft look in her eyes. ((It's snowing and the front door is locked and my dad isn't home. I'm freezing to death while I wait for him.)(
Dougie was silent after talking. Content with just looking upwards. "Do you do anything beside your job?" he asked.((Eek, don't end up ill. I don't wanna be alone on this aha))
((I walked to the school where my little sister was having a conference. My hands are freezing but I'm in the car. If I don't make any sense, blame it on my numb hands.))Tylia shakes her head. "No, this is all I'm allowed to do."
Turning to Tylia, Dougie frowned, "What?" he watched her closely. "What would you like to do? As in a hobby?"
Tylia swallows hard. "Being a librarian would be amazing... But I'd have to learn to read and write more."
Dougie smiled again, his actual smile. "You can't read? Looks like I have a new job."
Tylia glances up at the prince, surprised. "What... What do you mean?"
((Mars, I sent you a message. And, could you please not interrupt my other roleplays?))
((is this rp still going yeah??))
"I usually have nothing to do, but read." he started finally looking at her, "I could teach you in the Library that we have. I'm the only one who uses it."
"I... Thank you!" Tylia has a look of disbelief on her face. Why would the prince want to teach her?((I will have to go in about 45 minutes$)
Dougie smiles again not entirely understanding what he was doing. He was happy that he was doing something to help for once.((dont worry i have college soon))
Tylia glances around the garden, suddenly nervous.
"Your Majesty, the king would like to see you." Hearing the butler, usually at his father's side, Dougie groans. "Come Tylia" he orders gently.
Tylia straightens and nods. "Yes your majesty."
Dougie stops and turns to Tylia raising his eyebrow in question. "What did you say?"((Sorry I'm not on much on Tuesday's, its my busy day))
((It's fine. If I stop replying, I froze to death. I'm mad at nature right now. It's like, Happy Birthday! Now turn into a Popsicle.))Tylia gestures slightly to the butler, wincing with slight fear.
((aha))Dougie turns to the butler eyeing him to say 'you can leave now' then turns back to Tylia, "You can call me that around the butler, I already told him to, but he is as stubborn as my father." he starts walking again.
"O-Oh... I'm sorry..." She says, her voice tinged with fear, then she rushes to add: "Dougie."
"Never mind," He turns to her, "didn't I say to 'come'?" Dougie didn't wait as he made his way inside to find his father.
Tylia quickly follows behind, nervous.
"Father?" Douglas asks when he arrives in his fathers lounge. The king gives him a look and he turns to Tylia, "wait outside maid."
"Yes, your majesty." Tylia curtsies deeply and walks out into the hall, finding a small bench to sit and wait on.
It didn't take long for his father to speak and for Douglas to storm out of there slamming doors.
Tylia jumps up. "Is everything alright, Dougie?!" Her voice is laced with concern.
"Everything is fine!" he snaps as he heads to his room. Dougie stops half way and turns to Tylia. "I'm sorry."
Tylia quickly blinks away tears when he turns to look at her, taking a shaky breath. "You have no need to apologize."
