Picking up where I left off? Yes sir.

The click clacking of Rouxls' boots echoed throughout the hall. 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2. The pace got less quick as he reached the end, approaching Prince Lancer, who was running around triumphantly, probably as a part of his one in a million games he liked to play. He stopped once he knew he wasn't alone.

"Hi, Lesser Dad!" He greeted Rouxls with a bright smile. "I'm pretending I'm the king and I'm stopping all the bad guys!"

Rouxls chuckled. "Art thee anon?"

"Yeah! I'm going to be the second coolest king someday!"

"Second coolest?" Rouxls mimicked Lancer in the tone of a query.

"My dad's the coolest King, you know."

"I didst knoweth yond, Lanc'r. F'rgive me" Rouxls chuckled, nodding and starting to walk off and carry out his duties.

Lancer smiled, picking up his toys and following his superior. "I want to help you!"

Rouxls flinched in his tracks. He knew Lancer meant well. Lancer means well. But his routine. He usually did his work by himself, and Lancer was so young, he was bound to mess something up-

No, you can't think that. He thought. Lancer is good, and thinking that way will make something bad happen.

He took a deep breath. But he needed to do this by himself. He tapped his foot, took another deep breath. There was so much pressure in his stomach, and his brain was going to explode. He lightly flapped his right hand, whilst snapping his fingers. He sighed as the pressure slowly relieved itself.

Lancer saw this a few times before. His Lesser Dad would "break" sometimes, and Lancer was told that it was just best to let him do what he needed to. But nothing was happening, they weren't going anywhere. Unsure, Lancer shakily stood still as much as possible. "Sorry, I didn't mean to." He finally mumbled.

Rouxls blinked, and looked at Lancer, who stared up at him guiltily. "Oh, nay! nay! it's not thy fault, mineth prince. I wast just bethinking"

Lancer nodded slowly. "Do you want me to help still?"

Rouxls gulped, looking at the prince with empathy. "How about, instead, while i'm w'rking thee can col'r me a nice picture i can frameth and put up lat'r?"

Lancer gasped, smiling now. "Next to all the cool butterflies?!"

"anywh're thee wanteth the picture to wend, mine own prince."

Lancer liked that idea, so he jumped up a bit, as if to prepare to run. "Okay, okay! I'll go put my toys up and get my colors, okay? Don't leave until I come back, ok?"

Rouxls nodded in agreement. "do thee needeth pap'r?"

Lancer shook his head, running through the hall. "No thanks, I have some already!"

After a few minutes of waiting, Lancer was back with crayons and a pad of paper. "Oh good, you didn't leave!"

"I toldeth thee I wouldn't, Lanc'r."

"I know, but I didn't know if you were going to leave or not still."

"Well, knoweth yond I keepeth mine own promises."

Lancer nodded. "Okie dokie!"

Rouxls then made his way to where he needed to work. It wasn't super big, but he needed to read over some papers that he has authority over signing. It wasn't the best, but it needed to be done soon, and Rouxls knew better than to procrastinate.

The papers were in folders, covered by other sheets of written calligraphy. After sorting the calligraphy papers and putting them away, Rouxls sat at his seat, and started reading.

Lancer stood in front of him. "Where do you need me to sit?"

Rouxls looked up, now realizing that he'd have interruptions. "anywh're thee liketh, lanc'r. And doth thy most wondrous to keepeth thy questions to a minimum, only asking the most imp'rtant ones. I needeth to readeth some imp'rtant pap'rs."

"Cool duke stuff?"

"In a way, but i needeth dram int'rruptions to receiveth t done most carefully upon the hour."
"Okie dokie, artichoke! Wait."

"Yes?"

"What do you want in the picture?"

"Whatever thee wanteth, Lancer."

"Okay!" He then situated himself on the floor, and started drawing. He kept quiet just as Rouxls told him too, and that made the atmosphere quiet and peaceful.

The time seemed to pass at different rates for the two. Lancer seemed careless of what time it was as he colored picture after picture after picture. He drew one of some butterflies, somewhat like Rouxls' collection. That was to be the one that would be hung up on the wall, so the wall would still look the same when the picture is hung.

For the duke, though, sadly, time dragged on and was numbingly dull enough for it to be painful. He didn't even know that was possible, but he had figured out now that it was possible. He loved his job, the king, the prince, everyone, but he didn't enjoy this particular work. There was still so much more to be done, and he was tired, and he wanted some time to maintain his bug collection. Thankfully, he knew what to sign and what not to, he was smart enough for the job to go slightly faster, but it just didn't feel like enough anymore. When he started the job, when he was very young, it seemed to go by so quickly, it was so fun and effective, and he was just so darn smart, but now, it seemed that he wasn't that smart anymore, nothing was getting done.

Eventually though, multiple papers turned into just one left, and that paper was eventually signed, and the task was finished. Rouxls could now check that off of the imaginary list of tasks as his "most difficult."

Lancer jumped as Rouxls got up from his seat, and the duke smiled at him. "I very much wilt sayeth, thanketh thee so much, Lanc'r! Thee hath kept quiet, didn't maketh a mess, and the pictures, from what I can bid, art the utmost quite quaint!"

Lancer giggled. "Wanna see the one I made for your wall? Do ya?"

"Yes, I most c'rtainly doth. "

Lancer sorted through his coloring. One for his dad, one for his friends at school each, and the one for Rouxls. He pulled it out, and handed it to him. "It's a picture of your butterflies! So you can pretend you made a new addition to your butterfly collection! That collection's my favorite."
Rouxls laughed, in tears from the wholesomeness of the prince. "This is quite quaint, I wilt sayeth again! I shall keepeth t f'rev'r."

Lancer gasped. "You will?! Forever and forever?"

"You has't mine own w'rd, Lanc'r. " Rouxls tried not to sob in front of the prince, but his heart was too touched, eventually he did have tears streaming down his face, as he hugged Lancer and sat beside him.

Lancer gasped, worried. "Oh, oh no! Are you crying? What's wrong? Did I do something bad?"

"No, nay, thee didn't" Rouxls chuckled. "These art joyous tears."

"Oh, good. So you like the drawing?"
"I love it."