"Maybe I should," with that he left the castle.

"I didn't mean it to sound like," she dropped her arms in asperation.

She walked over to the sofa, and flopped down onto it covering her face with her hands.

"Whats the matter Lady Garnet," Beatrix questioned as she walked into the parlor, and sat down on the chair opposite the couch.

She sat up, and looked at her mother like figure, and said lowly,"Zidane beahavior is very improper, and when I yelled it at him, he just walked out of here." She looked at the ground,"The queen said that he should have been a street rat, and when I told him that, he said that maybe he sould be, and walked out."

"You should understand that he never really had home," she looked to the side as said the next part lowly,.."and not the best hygene." But you know he is not the one to be sat still for a long while."

"But once in a while I would just like him to behave, and be respectful when I have company over." She looked down at the ground.

"Just talk to him, and explain." Beatrix got up, and left the room.

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Zidane walked down the streets looking for something to do. He kicked a few rocks down with him. "I guess I'm back here again,"he mumbled to himself as he stopped, and looked at a shop window.

"People would think your nuts if you keep going around, and talking to people like that," someone said walking past him, and continuing on their way.

Zidane looked behind himself, and saw that it was his rival Amarant. He looked at Amarant, and decided to follow him.

"What do you want," Amarant growled.

"I have nothing else to do," he said looking down at the ground. "You know Freya didn't come with them, when they came to visit."

"I know," he said.

"Did you two," he elbowed Amarant, "talk?"

"No we robbed a bank," he said sarcastically.

They walked around silently, until they were a few feet away from the castle.

"The queen said I could stay here tonight. In the morning I'm going to Ispins Castle."

"I'm not going to the castle. I'm just a street rat," with that he took off back into the now dark streets.

Amarant rolled his eyes, and walked to the entrance of the castle, where two guards guarded his path with there two weapons.

"Queen invited me," he mummbled.

"Name?" One of them questioned.

"Amarant," he mummbled.

"Go ahead," and they both moved there weapons away.

As Amarant walked past them he took on of their weapons, and chuked it into a tree. Then he entered.

He walked into the parlor, and was surprised to see that Queen Garnet was asleep on the couch. He walked over to the couch she was sleeping on, and sat down at her feet. He sat there for a while, and waited to see if she would wake up.

Fourty-five minutes later she awoke. She sat up, and rubbed her eyes. "Good Evening Amarnt," she greeted. She yawned, and looked out the window, "or should I say goodnight."

"Yeah, hey," he greeted. "Zidane said something about being a street rat," he questioned the queen.

She looked down at teh ground. "Me, and him had a fight because the Queen, and King of Cleyra came by, and his behavor was upsered. He was much respectful, and rude. So I told him what the queen said. The queen said that he should be living on the streets, and not in the castle, and he responded to that with a 'maybe I should', and he left."

"He did grow up in the streets," Amarant said.

"But he likes living here; he even told me that. Its just that," she looked down at her hands,"He should show some respect, when I have company over that is."

"You ever tell him that," he questioned.

"No, but I supposed he should've known," she said seriously.

"Hes not the smarted person," Amarant pointed out sarcasically.

She looked at Amarant. "I guess I should be more nice to him. Thank you Amarant." She gave him a hug.

He only looked at her, and rolled his eyes.