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Henna shook her head. "You'll still be my assistant, just not my slave, Ok?" She tore the contract length-wise and handed it to him. "Do with it what you please. I'm still your boss, but now you own yourself." She laughed and hugged his gently before releasing him and fixing his hair and clothes. It was not her fault that she had a soft heart. Henna could not displease someone she loved, and she needed to make her loved one's happy, it was who she was. "I understand if you want to leave, but just let me know a little in advanced so I won't be counting on you. Understand?" She smirked patting his shoulder softly and tilting her head.

((then i don't see them as needing much but run it by ren she has final say.))

The man got up with the help of Dainne and then leaned into him "The damb counsel threw him out because of those damb glowing doors. THEY'RE IDIOTS BECAUSE IT WASN'T HIS FAULT!!!" He yelled still looking at Dainne but leaned back again to look up at the castle. "You see the glowing was really caused by." The man leaned in close and waved Dainne to lean it too. "Its a secret, shhhhhhhhh." Wile the man was shushing Dainne out of nowhere he puked.

Jewlet nodded her head and kept her self cool as she chain was turned lighter. "There is a name on there." She said as the chains broke. "Thank you. You'll want to talk to that man. He'll listen unlike the others." She looked up and rubbed her wrist. She placed the stone back and went to the door. Using her powers, she removed the door by it's hinges. She quickly exited and put the door back. Walking over to the door that kept Sylavn and Grog in the cell, she tapped that lock and a click sound could be heard. "Good luck, to you both." She said before a guard spotted her. "Good- bye." She took off down the hall with a few guards after her.
This had caused a big fuss about the castle that Jewlet had escaped. Even though most didn't really care that she had, but they didn't want to hear it from the second prince. She was getting chased all over the place and could not get near any door. Once she got the chance she jumped out of a window that faced the outside of the castle. "Ep!" 'It's to high up!' She could control her powers from this high to make her land safely, so she just fell.

Alexander didn't know what to say or do, he just stared at the torn paper in his hands and for just a brief moment a tear rolled down his cheek. After the tear dripped off his face, Alexander burst out with a smile and hugged Henna’s neck as hard as he could.

"Freedom! I'm finally free!"

Alexander couldn't control his emotions and when Tou lost control of their emotions their powers started to behave oddly; things in Henna's room started to lightly float up from where they were placed and go back down back to their original location. Alexander was so happy to finally be free; he was ready for anything now. Alexander finally let go of Henna and floated himself back onto the table using his Levitation powers. While he was on the table he threw the paper in a crumble ball into the fireplace. Before speaking again, Alexander looked on his right palm. It was true that he was free; the Slaver Seal had peeled off of his skin. Alexander was now ready for his first task as Henna's free assistant. Alexander stood on the table and quickly regained control over his emotions when he realized the trouble he was causing around Henna's quarters. Just as quick as he became happy, Alexander had an emotionless expression again and spoke in the same dull voice as usual.

"Sorry...What is my next task as your assistant, Henna?"

Now that Henna was his boss instead of his owner, Alexander didn't have to refer to her as Lady Henna, but rather just Henna. Alexander was finally feeling like he was free after fifty-two years of being a slave. Alexander wanted to thank Henna more and explain to her how much it meant to him to be free, but Alexander felt that would ruin the moment. Since the Slaver Seal was now gone, Alexander could feel his powers become stronger without it restricting his abilities. Along with his freedom and powers returning to their full potential, Alexander also felt like there were memories in his head surfacing, but he couldn’t tell what they were about. Maybe in time Alexander could grasp these odd visions in his mind to fully fledged memories, but that was for another time.


"She seemed nice; maybe we'll meet her again...Sylvan?"

Grog turned around from the cell door only to find Sylvan asleep this time with the paper Jewlet had gave them in hand. Sylvan was probably doing this as a joke or revenge to teach Grog not to fall asleep in the middle of important business like thievery. Grog however didn't even want to steal from the Royal Chamber, but Sylvan always got him to do what she wanted. Grog decided to rest up a bit too; he would need his energy when someone finally came down to the dungeon to speak with them.

[Ugh! I go out for one night, one night. And you guy go on a creative rampage. Ok....

@Tsugayashi- yes your guards can be prop characters.
@Falkot- Wow...classy Grant, classy.]

By now Niro had just finished cleaning up. The old tunnel was more dusty then he though. He was wiping his face off while walking into the courtyard. Without warning, a guard rushing by him, knocking the shorter man down. The towel that he was using floated gently onto his head. Looking towards the guard, he shouted "No worries, I'm ok!". The tone was more sour then reassuring. When he got back up, he hear some glass hit something near the gate. What on earth? He hurried over to see what the commotion was about. When he poked his head out from the cracked doorway, Niro nearly jumped out of his skin. "Captain?" he asked himself. Though he only knew the guy for a day, this was unlike any manner he had ever seen him. Niro poked the guard next to him. The guard looked down at him, "Your still here runt? I thought you quit." Niro's frowned at the comment, but decided to leave it alone. "Haha, very funny. What's wrong with the captain." The guard look at him confuse. [/color]"You mean you don't know?" Now Niro had a confuse expression on his face. Now what have I missed? When Grant called back Jenny, Niro decided that this was more important then the tunnel. He ran over to the stable, towards the back of the small hut. In a old, warn down, wooden gate. A large clydesdale with a white main and tail looked down at him. "Come on Kotoro! We need to help the captain." He found the horse right before the party started. He wanted to ask Grant if the clydesdale could be his steed. But after current event, he figured that the horse wouldn't be missed since he wasn't being taken care of.

"Please don't get yourself into any trouble; I don't want to see you get yourself thrown into the dungeons." She smirked It was not long before she finished her pile and cut her last thread. "Albright. The blacks are done." She announced triumphantly. Henna stretched her arms over her head and groaned. "I've got chase down Grant for a final fitting of his coronation outfit." She moaned softly and rolled her head of her neck. “Shall we?” She rushed around the room collecting her Tailor’s kit and Grant’s pale suit. He would look so nice n it she loved making him things!

Looking after the former Captain Sir Grant, Dainne sighed and looked down at his mussed pants and shoes. Shaking his head he looked at Leon and gestured back to the gate. "Leon please tell that guard to send any word he receives from the Counsel or anyone else to Room 12 at the Regalia Inn. Aiden, come with me. It would seem I'll be needing to purchase a new pair of trousers now." With that he walked back towards the city, hoping to find someone who could tell him of a good tailor in the area.

Muttering to himself, Leon turned and stalked back up to the guard. "I want no impudence from you, just shut up and listen to what my master has to say. When you hear back from someone saying how sorry they are for making His Highness wait, you can send word to me at the Regalia Inn. I'll be sure to give your apologies to His Majesty. Is all this understandable or do I need to jog your memory?"

((SO would everyone in the Kingdom recommend Lady Henna as the best tailor/seamstress? Or would I need to pay elsewhere for pants fit for a Prince? biggrin ))