"Okay, now go left - that's right, I said left..." Alhazier said as he directed Ilsandra from her embrace. He had the best seat in the house, too - right at her chest level. She was well endowed and he couldn't help but enjoy the view of both of her glorious breasts as they pressed against the crystal walls of his prison.
They came to a stairwell that wasn't fully in tact, but his lovely assistant had no problem with it as she merely floated up to the next floor.
"Perfect, now go /left/" he stressed, "down this hall and all the way to the end where the double doors are."
As she followed his instructions, she couldn't help but mutter, "you mean where they used to be..."
"Hey. I heard that. Your factual statements are hurtful." He pouted with more emotion than needed, and he could have sworn he saw her lips curve into a smile.
"Ha ha. Okay, where would this coat of arms you mentioned be at?" She was impatient, and even looked a bit worried.
"From what my dad taunted? It's probably over the fireplace in the adjoining study. I don't feel any air, so it must be in that room - it has no windows, so it kind of fits in place. Or maybe my mind's been gone too long?" He mused out.
The castle looked neglected and looted. There were cobwebs, dust, dirt, and even flora budding around the openings of the windows and small cracks in the walls. The once brilliant red, white, and gold banners were now nothing but mere strings barely connected by other threads.
Candle holders had been stolen (they had been pure gold after all), the rugs were gone, some of the grand pieces of furniture had been taken, save for the big furniture like the bare bones of the grand bed. Someone must have stolen the linens and feather-down padding, because those weren't nearby.
The prince thought he would be more upset, but for some reason, he truly didn't feel anything at all as he took in the sight of his dilapidated home. It was just a stroll through your average abandoned castle - no emotional attachments, no memories.
No fucks to be given.
The study was in the worst shape. Books had been destroyed or had been misplaced or stolen, the portait of his family was gone, and the once perfect marble fireplace was chipped to hell from forcible blows to remove the jewels that had been framed within it.
...and then there was his torso above the fireplace mantle, just as his father had described. Two swords crossed through his chest as though his flesh replaced the shield normally found on crests. His pectorals and hard abs were still very much prominent on his frame, however it was clear his skin was dingy, dirty, and needed a wash - well the parts that weren't embedded into the metal frame that held his prized body to the wall.
"I think this is going to be a challenge to remove, Azier" Ilsandra blurted out after she was able to pick her jaw up from the floor, that was. She had obviously never seen anything so barbaric.
"Ah, shit - that's why my back burned for a long time..." he observed audibly. "That dick..."
"You can feel your body parts?" She was aghast.
"Hahaha - yeah." He laughed as though he reminisced about a fond, funny memory. "My right arm is cold, my left arm is damp. My left leg feels...compacted... and my right one is laying on what I think is a wet cave floor."
Alhazier enjoyed the look of horror on the red-head's face and he chuckled.
"Maybe we should get your head checked. You are far too casual for this. Your fucking torso is skewered above a fireplace and you're nonchalant about it," Ilsandra growled in irritation and then thumped the top of his head without any care for how hard it hit it.
"Ow-that was uncalled for. First you're rude to me - and now you're abusing me. Do you do this to all of your friends?"
He couldn't have drawn a bigger scowl from her.
"First of all, we aren't friends - secondly, you clearly need a brain adjustment. You should take this more serious. You may not have anything to lose, but I do. Can you at least be serious for a minute?" She barked at him as though he were under her, and it made him frown.
"Fiiiiiiiiiine," he sighed and tilted his head up to her with twisted lips, "but you'll owe me a kiss."
"I'll owe you a knuckle sandwich you annoying talking head. You really want me to throw you into the ocean, don't you?" She sneered and turned his face towards hers so that she could give him her entire sour expression.
"Oh come on - I've been down there for I have no idea how long. I had to test the boundaries, it's just my nature. Plus, you should lighten up, it will make this whole thing go faster." Alhazier suggested.
"It would also go a lot faster if I tossed you into the sea and looked for another path," Ilsandra challenged him without hesitation.
"You are something else, Ilsa. I like you."
"The feeling isn't mutual." The princess informed him coldly.
"Well, perhaps I can change that. Maybe I could convince you to be the head of my harem? I need to start a new one, you know." He tested her mood - and it was obvious she wasn't having any of it as she turned his eyes from hers in a huff.
"Shut up. I'm going to put you down now so I can pull that kabob you call a body down," Ilsa relayed to him and did exactly as promised and rested him onto the floor.
Joke was on her, though - because he got a perfect view of her skin-tight leather pants that showed all of the curves of her supple ass and hips. Now he wanted to make it his mission to try to either annoy her into his heart, or at least be dashing enough for her to want to stick around when he was put back together.
If not, it would be fine - beautiful women were a dime a dozen - but if he was going to be around her for a long time, he'd at least make a fun little game about it.
Alhazier's red eyes gulped down each move she made as her tender rump bounced a little each time she landed back down on her feet from trying to remove the 'art piece' off of the wall. When she would fly back up again, he'd just adjust his gaze so that he could see the camel-toe peaking out between her legs when she bent over fully to inspect where it was attached to the wall.
Now he hoped it would take all night, and as much as he wanted to make a joke, he actually kept it to himself for fear she'd stop her task, and that she probably would toss him into the sea at that point.
For now, he'd just enjoy her silently.