Jabari Algarotti | Omisha's Guard

Peregrine | Prince of Arathorn

Jabari could have beaten his head against a wall. If the word dumb and fullhardy were to be personified as a portrait in a dictionary, he had a feeling that Peregrine’s face would be slap dab in the center of the page. He wasn’t surprised to feel annoyance radiating off of Omisha. He hadn’t taken this job because he was a coward. Having to face unknown potential dangers everyday, and displeased employers was all part of the job. However, he hadn’t given the second problem much consideration when he decided to try it out. He would never be able to handle the pressure, if he were a coward.

If someone was in Omisha’s kind of mood, they were mad at everyone, not just the offender. One of the most bewildering common conundrums Jabari had encountered as a protector was that most of the time, although the person had hired his services, they would get mad at Jabari for doing his job and protecting them or steering them from danger. It wasn’t simply that they were putting on a show. They were genuinely regretting his involvement even though that’s what he was there for.

Of course he had a feeling for Omisha it was all for the act, so perhaps she actually had a good reason to be annoyed. Some of them wanted him to get involved, so that they had a reason, any reason for not fighting, but those were the more cowardly people. Jabari hated to break out of his cold professionalism, but he had met these kinds of people before. They didn’t understand the word no. They were spoiled and conditioned, so he had to use some force (hopefully just assertive presence and voice inflection) to encourage him to take him seriously.

This weird chemistry that was going on between Omisha and Peregrine was the weirdest thing he had ever dealt with in a while. Most of the time the princess managed to hide or disguise it. However, Peregrine kept on pushing buttons, and he wasn't sure what was going on. Before long he heard the voices of the parents. Peregrine’s mother gave them a haughty look as they entered. Jabari tried to hide in plain sight and dissolve from notice the way he was trained to unless there was a threat.

“Where is Peregrine?” her voice sounded rather suspicious. “What are you doing back here?” She had wanted to talk about the date of the wedding in private with Omisha’s mother, because if her son was any indication, she would hear no end of complaining that she was already discussing this with the other monarch. Thanks to her obnoxious son, she didn't want to deal with anymore youngsters. Realizing how cold her tone was, she summoned a patronizing smile. "Perhaps I could get one of the servants to show you the gardens, or perhaps there is somewhere else you would like to go. Surely, you wouldn't want to sit here, and listen to us. We'd be so boring."

From the way her son was already trying to lead Omisha around, she had determined that they needed to marry sooner rather than later, before the other party could pull out and lose interest. While she doubted they put too much thought into Omisha's feelings and considerations, she didn't want to underestimate the clout that Omisha carried with her parents. She waved a hand, and a servant appeared. It was clear that the queen of Arathorn wasn't taking no for an answer. Omisha would be leaving for some reason or other.

Jabari disguised his sigh of annoyance. Being a guard could never be convenient. Now he had to find a way to entertain the princess. "I could send our jester to entertain you," the queen answered brightly, realizing that she had forgotten about him. She waited for an answer. Either Omisha would be having this servant guide or somewhere or she could go back to her sitting room where she could have the jester entertain her in private.

Peregrine messed around with his swords for a little while. Although he was very undisciplined, the swordsmaster had been very adamant that he would keep his blade clean, and he would know how to do it. Now that he was out of his parent's sight, he began to sneak around the palace. He didn't want to be noticed by anyone and forced to do anything for a while. It was much harder to do with the Menahems here, because he had to wear bright gaudy clothing that screamed he was royalty. At least if he were wearing dull clothes, they would probably ignore him and not give him a second look.

All of a sudden he heard jangling, and only had a moment to tense before Bifur the jester with his dangly hat with bells jumped up behind him. "Good day young prince. Where are you headed to?" Peregrine took a moment to stare at the bright red and yellow checkered clothing the jester was wearing today. There was no hiding now that he was noticed by and accompanied by him. "I'm not sure. Just mosying around I suppose," he mumbled under his breath not making eye contact. "Young prince. You really should learn to look people in the eye when you speak to them. It's the first step to being respected and it's rude not to."

This caused Peregrine to look at him in surprise. It annoyed him how the jester was allowed to criticize and comment, but he figured he was supposed to learn something from this.

"Better," he dipped his head smiling in approval.

"How do you wear such a tight costume?" Peregrine stared at Bifur's jiggling paunch.

"Oh ho young prince! Quite the bold lad are we now? I say something to you, so you felt you must return the compliment I see. If you must know, it's not the most comfortable, however, apparently it look ridiculous and is easier to make people laugh."

Peregrine's nose began to wrinkle. "It's not very appealing. I think they could come up with something else. It attracts the eye there, and it isn't really necessary."

Slowly, Bifur shook his head chuckling. "You amuse me Highness. Pardon me, I shall leave you to go observe someone else."

Peregrine was relieved to be on his own again. He decided to head for the outdoors.

(I forgot everyone's names, and I'm too lazy to look back. I also forgot if there is a king of arathorn, what he is like and such)

Jabari Algarotti | Omisha's Guard

Peregrine | Prince of Arathorn

The servant wasn't sure what to do. He was supposed to remain behind any royalty, but he also wasn't supposed to speak to them unless spoken to. Showing her the way to the gardens would be quite the challenge until he realized that he could tell the guard where to go. That would mean he would have to deal with the awkward hierarchy. While it might be dangerous annoying this guard, since they might be living in the same castle eventually, he was willing to risk it over his queen's very possible anger at improper treatment.

When the servant approached the princess, he kept his eyes downcast, as it was considered rude and challenging to make eye contact. He began to situate himself so he was behind the princess and looked at the guard for help. The guard was supposed to walk behind the princess as well and guard her from the surprise attacks from the rear that could happen at any moment. Jabari was tempted to not make eye contact, but he quickly realized that the servant wasn't sure what to do. Would Omisha take the hint to give permission for someone to speak.

"Stand in between me and the princess so I can see you," he indicated a spot off to one side. The servant took a few awkward steps forward and began to set off for outside moving in a sideways crab to avoid making a mistake in front of the queen. Once they were outside, Jabari took a deep breath trying to notice anything unusual in the air. His hair was lightly ruffled by the breeze. He turned his head slightly and noticed Prince Peregrine sprawled out on a blanket. It was about time to look for somewhere a little less infested.

The servant turned to Omisha now that they were outside. "Is there anything particular you would like to see? Perhaps you would like to visit the stables?" Since Omisha was younger, he felt like he didn't have to be quite as formal, but he knew he would still have to wait for her to dismiss him. "I could get you refreshments. I could fetch a gardener to talk about the plants in the garden." He was really hoping he could get dismissed as soon as possible.

Jabari edged toward Peregrine trying to see what he was doing. From what he could observe he was laying there staring at the clouds. He had a servant nearby to shade him from the sun if he started to squint too much. He began to wriggle around, when he heard voices nearby. Once he saw who was around he flopped back down although he should have gotten up and greeted the princess. As Jabari didn't have high expectations for him, he wasn't as offended as he might have been.

The servant seemed to be familiar with Peregrine and nudged him with a toe trying to get him up and about. He shot up and glared at the servant, but realized that if he got up and talked to Omisha there might be less chance of him getting a chewing out later. He brushed himself off and headed toward Omisha. "So you decided to escape to the gardens as well. Come here for a particular reason?" He was wondering what it was out here that had enticed her. Was it an activity or the hope of the lack of people?

"I enjoy watching the clouds pass by from time to time." He shrugged knowing that entertainment sounded rather tame and boring. "You have brought a small little following." He noticed the servant and her guard. Jabari edged closer not expecting Peregrine to obey the servant. It seemed that he was easily bullied into doing things. Perhaps this young man was acting out so much, because although he should be at the top of the hierarchy he had no backbone to rightfully take the spot. "Would you like me to leave the garden to you?" After so many unpleasant encounters, he would be relieved to escape her presence. Would could they possibly do together that would remain civil?

"Who do you normally spend time with? It seems like you spend a lot of time with your guard, but do you actually socialize? I haven't noticed any ladies in waiting." Maybe she wouldn't be such an awful companion, if she had been socialized more. The servant crept over to the other servant where they watched from as safe as a distance as they could without appearing to be trying to escape. From here it seemed like they were merely trying to give some privacy. "Have you met Bifur yet? He's an interesting character, but he doesn't have the best outfits. I'm not sure why we thought his uniform was a good idea."