Thread: Political Scales [Eclipse Jalodra & Shyone]

Biyu couldn't help but be particularly fond of the Prince's speaking voice. It had such a gentle, musical quality. It was so soothing, and yet, it could be so strong and commanding when he needed it to be. Biyu was lucky to be able to spend most of her days listening to her favorite sound. It was an innocent enjoyment, a calm fondness for the sound that she heard the most. It didn't matter the task, she'd do it gladly if the Prince's voice was involved in one way or another. Even something as mundane as a breakfast decision was a lovely thing when he spoke about it. Biyu smiled softly, and nodded. A classic breakfast with plenty of eggs it would be then. Perhaps something sweet, so that the Prince's day would be assured to be a sweet and pleasant day. Her happy thoughts about his voice faded and a small frown sprouted on her face. Another, your highness? Biyu said softly, uncoiling from her sunning position and slipping to his side, gently placing an arm over his shoulders. His nightmares worried her. They never woke her, she just curled tighter around him, apparently waking him up, but that alone added another layer of worry. She didn't want to accidentally crush him in her coils while she slept, adding a painful night to his already painful dream. She wished she could find a way to just make the nightmares stop forever, but no matter what she tried, it didn't work. Keeping the chef from feeding him certain foods, subtly having the room rearranged so his bed faced in a more 'positive' direction, special good dream charms and tricks, nothing seemed to cure the Prince of the shadows that plagued his dreams. The most she could do though, was console him whenever she could, and continue to keep him safe at night. She just wished there was another way. I am sorry you had another nightmare your highness. I wish I could do more. She admitted softly. The only thing I can offer you though is a good meal to start your day, and my ears, if you ever want to talk about it. I'll always listen to anything you want to say. Even if it wasn't her job, Biyu would listen to the Prince anyway. She couldn't fathom how someone could know that a person suffered from nightmares and not offer to help them. Nightmares were bad. The Lamia regard them as bad omens, or at their worst, curses. Biyu tried her best to keep the kingdom's culture in mind, and just think of them as, nothing superstitious, but she couldn't help but secretly think that perhaps there might be some sort of curse plaguing the Prince. She couldn't bring it up though, she would surely come across as helplessly silly if she came out blabbering about curses and such things. It wouldn't do, she needed to remain the calm and kind advisor, not the crazy advisor who whispered old folk tales from her homeland into the Prince's ear. She quietly removed her arm from his shoulders, offering him her most reassuring smile. Biyu reluctantly slithered to the door, opening it and holding it so that he could pass through. She wanted to sit there for a while longer, allowing both of them for a few more moments of quiet, but she couldn't hold the day off any longer. If the Prince truly desired to talk with her about the nightmare, then he could always put off one of the items on their agenda to do so. She would not argue with him, regardless of what they had to get done. She knew she ought to be like the others, pressuring him to get everything done, to do this and that, to be the perfect prince. She knew that it was good for him, politically, to be the perfect prince. But there was already so much pressure on him, so many people shouting at him to march to their beat, to be what they expect him to be and more. Biyu couldn't bring herself to add her voice to the already deafening cacophony. Besides, she doubted her behavior had any real impact. She didn't think that the nobles and generals and whoever else the Prince dealt with on a daily basis cared much for how she supported the Prince. Her voice didn't stretch as far as her tail did. She anxiously tugged at her glove as they traveled down the hallway. The staff all bowed to the Prince as he passed, shooting Biyu a friendly smile if they could manage it before she and the Prince moved on. The others were skilled at moving their work around her, but Biyu was still worried about accidentally clipping a housekeeper with her tail or knocking over a bucket or some other household object. She'd nearly knocked over the Prince himself more times than she cared to think about. She was able to catch him well enough, but she was still moderately embarrassed over the memories. She shook off the blush and gave a small wave to a butler who opened the door to the dining room for the Prince. Biyu waited for him to pass through, before quickly entering the kitchen, relating the prince's desire for eggs, and adding on a nice sweet porridge for him. Its warmth and sweetness should do his day some good. Strawberries too, to ward off any negativity. A good thing about putting in the Prince's meal orders was being able to make requests for, folkish, reasons, and not have them questioned because he was the prince and could ask for whatever he wanted at a meal. Biyu returned to his side with a cup of tea. May this warm you up. She said brightly.