Gregory stood up, bowing politely. "Of course, Your Majesty. We're honored." With a few more pleasantries the King and his family made their exit. Making sure they were gone, Gregory turned towards an unimpressed Lyo. A satisfied glint in his eyes, "Well, boys lets settle in for the night." A criminal smile slid onto his face. Lyo shook his head at his antics. The doors opened again and servants spilled in. Ready to show the men to their rooms. They followed behind, the castle was like a dizzying maze. Lyo made sure to take note of everything they's passed, what turns they had made and such.

Reaching one of the lower floors, the servant began showing them which rooms they be staying on. Lyo got his own room on the end. The servant opened up the door for him, he scanned the room. The room was grand, and nicely decorated. Giving a curt nod to the servant, they closed the door behind them leaving Lyo alone. Walking over to the bed, he ran his fingers along the silky sheets. The sheets were smooth, but with his calloused fingers they snagged on the cloth slightly. He sighed, for a moment. A feeling that he didn't belong here, crept in.

Sitting down on a lounge chair, he rested his head back. Letting his eyes flutter close. He stayed like that for a few minutes, before getting up. A part of him didn't trust leaving the wagon alone. Opening up the door he glanced both ways down the empty hallway. He retraced his steps back to the entrance. Stepping outside, his eyes adjusted to the brightness. The horses were gone, so was the wagon. A servant was scurrying by, "Excuse me miss," He caught her shoulder gently. She spun her doe eyes wide, as she took in the sheer size of him. He retraced his hand, he hadn't meant to spook her. "Can you direct me to the stables?" His tone was gentle. She pointed a shaky finger in the direction he hoped were the stables. "Thank you."

Turning towards the direction she pointed, he made his way over. The closer he got, he realized there were two buildings that looked exactly the same. Taking a wild guess, he walked to the one on the left. Stepping inside the building, he realized his grave mistake. Dragons. This was a dragon stable. As if sensing danger, the dragon that was alseep in a nearby stall, suddenly stirred awake. It's head rose above the stall walls. Its head swivelled towards Lyo's direction. It was on the smaller side with bright yellow eyes. It huffed loudly, steam coming out of its nostrils. It began slapping it's tail against the walls of the stall. Lyo watched it with curiosity, although clearly the dragon did not what him there. In a matter of minutes the other stalls that held more dragons began stirring, as if sensing danger.

"Stop moving!" Alaric hissed, while slapping the back of his brothers head. "Ow! You're being too rough!" Lyo hissed back to him. The two were not doing a good job of being very quiet. The last thing they needed was to draw attention to them. Lyo was able to sneak his way back in and find his brother. He told him everything. From mistaking the dragon barn for a horse stable, to the dragon coming at him. Then they were here. Lyo was hugging a pillow to his chest, it helped keep the skin on his back taunt. And provided himself some comfort, now that the adrenaline rush was gone. He felt everything. According to Alaric, the slash in the middle was the deepest and needed stitches.

"Holy Gods, I think I see bone!" Alaric sounded as though he'd throw up. Lyo swivled his head, "Wha-" He started before his brother interrupted him with a loud laugh. "You big baby. Sadly, I think you'll live to see another day." Humor laced his tone. His fingers worked quick with the thread and needle. The amount of times Alaric has had to stitch up his brother was a grand number. How he wished he could get that number in gold. Lyo bit the leather belt his brother provided him. A loud groan of pain escaped him as he felt the needle pierce his skin, over and over agin. The claw marks stretched from his right shoulder to the opposite end of his back, almost to his left hip. There were already tons of scars that littered his back, now he'd have this one to add to it. If infection didn't kill him first.

"On the bright side, you'll have a hell of a scar. Really screams Dragon Hunter, but I just wouldn't tell people how you got it." Alaric rambled on as he worked. "You're not funny." Lyo snapped. "This is gonna hurt by the way-" He splashed his brother with more alcohol. Lyo flinched, no sound escaped him. His chest rising and falling rapidly. Once he found his voice again, "Right because the rest of this has been pretty painless." Lyo's tone laced with sarcasm. "I don't know why you didn't just leave once you saw the dragons."

Lyo was silent for a moment, before he shook his head. "I don't know." He admitted to his brother. "You know the Princess is just going to run to the King and tell him right?" Alaric said it matter of factly. "Maybe Greg can come up with something. He seems really good at that." Lyo thought back to the whole crippled leg comment. It worked then, why wouldn't it work now. As long as he hid his gapping wound, they wouldn't know about that part. Well, unless Ethelia tells the King. He didn't doubt that she saw what the dragon did to him.

"I don't have a spare shirt." Lyo suddenly said. "You can wear one of mine." With that Lyo turned to look at his brother, giving him a look that said "you can't be serious." The men were drastically different sizes. Lyo would probably tear Alaric shirt if he attempted to put it on. "I'll run into town and get you something. Now stop moving and let me finish this. We already missed lunch. We can't miss another meal or it will look bad." Lyo sighed, as he sat there and took it.

Alaric managed to finish patching up his foster brother. Nasty work that was. He applied some paste to help with the bleeding, before practically wrapping Lyo's entire torso. Alaric washed his brothers blood off his hands. Looking down at his shirt, he cringed he had blood on it. "You know-" He paused has he unbuttoned his shirt. "You had it coming." His brother snorted at his own comment. Lyo chucked a pillow at him, hitting him square in his chest. He doubled over, grabbing onto the bed. He should probably limit his movement.

Alaric's laugh rang out, "Wait here." Lyo waved him off, as the door closed behind him. Lyo sighed, his mind going back to the event in the stable. He wouldn't make that mistake again. In all honesty, Lyo knew nothing of dragons and their behaviors. Being so close to so many of them at once was intriguing, which in the end got him hurt. Laying on his stomach, he rested his head on his folded arms. Closing his eyes he began to doze off.

*****

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom he was staying in, flew open. Alaric looking frantic, threw clothes at him. Lyo sleepily opened his eyes. "Come on were going to be late for dinner!" Lyo sat up, how long had he been asleep? He just waved he brother out of his room. Getting up, he changed out of his bloodied trousers. He hissed, it felt as though any movement he made caused a stabbing pain to shot out throughout his spine. Quickly changing into the black clothing his brother brought him, he readjusted the fabric. Alaric couldn't find a bigger size? The clothes were skin tight. He tried pulling at the fabric trying to make it looser, but stopped when he heard the stitching break.

This would just have to do. They had one more night here, then they were free to leave. Lyo took his leave, finding Alaric and a few of the other men in the hall they made their way downstairs. With some redirection of a servant, they found the grand dinning room. It looked like the King and his family still hadn't arrived yet. Gregory was there though. Standing to the wall, they waited for the family to arrive. They couldn't sit until they greeted the family and were invited to take a seat.