☆Prince Philip☆

ah, of co- *he cuts himself off as he expected you to disagree again.* wait what?

*Philip smirks at you. He is enjoying the fact that he has caught you off guard. He leans in even closer and whispers.* "I said we should make our own fun. You're right. This is boring. We should do something that will liven things up a bit."

*his smile widens, eyes glinting in the candlelite as he dusts off his hands from the crumbs.* any special requests, your radiance?

*he faces away, already bored.*

*Arthur laughs again.* "Oh, this is Semhar. He's my brother's... well, I don't know what he is exactly. But he's been around for a long time. He's very... eccentric."

"historical consultant". *he corrects without turnjng back.*

nauseating. *he whispers to himself.*

*You hear a woman's voice from behind you.* "Who are you calling nauseating?" *You turn to see a young woman with dark hair and bright blue eyes standing behind you. She is wearing a green dress and is very pretty.*

hm? *he barely glances at her, trying to recognize who she is.*

*Prince Philip stands near the center of the room, hands folded in front of him, a mask of disinterest on his face. His eyes scan the room, taking in the crowd, but his expression remains neutral, if not a bit bored. His brother, Arthur, leans in to whisper in his ear.*

*Arthur whispers* "I see you've brought your pet sorcerer with you. How nice of you to let him out of his cage for once."

*Philip turns his head to look at Arthur, his eyebrows raising slightly.* "I see you have a sense of humor, brother." *He says with a smirk.*