Just as long as I stay in my own little corner! All alone in my own little chair…
For weeks after the funeral Prince Topher would not leave his chambers. He wouldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, and he didn't much care for visitors. This worried Sebastian very much. The Prince's grief was starting to look like illness. Sebastian had barely gotten away with the murder of Topher's parents years ago; the last thing he needed was the Captain of the Guard sticking his nose into affairs that didn't concern him. It didn't help that Madame had failed to keep her murder of the rabblerouser a secret. That's what he gets, making alliances with women. He was better off trying to train a cat to do his bidding. He put away these thoughts when he reached Topher's door.
"Good morning Your Most Illustriousness!" Sebastian said in his cheeriest voice, opening the door a crack. Topher rolled over under his covers and groaned.
"Now, now, Your Highness. Is that any way for a prince to behave, hmm? I think not! Now out of bed, spit spot!" Topher sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Sebastian, I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, but can't you just leave me be? I'm still grieving."
"But Your Excellency! The chefs have prepared your favorite breakfast!" Topher lay back down and rolled to face the wall, pulling the covers over his head.
"I'm not a child, Sebastian. You can't bribe me with chocolate croissants." Was the Prince's miserable reply. Sebastian bit his upper lip and nodded.
"Well, I suppose I'll leave you alone then." Sebastian left the Prince's chambers, closing the door slowly behind him.
"Sniveling brat," Sebastian mumbled to himself, "What am I going to do with you?"