Ian stepped inside the kitchen with the stack of plates balancing on his one hand. His eyes spotted Dylan standing in front of the kitchen sink and staring down at it cluelessly. He quietly walked beside him and put all the plates down, which caused a loud thud noise and made Dylan flinch out of his clueless trance and look at Ian with pure shock.
"No way, you really sent a prince to the kitchen for a mere commoner, Ian." He shook his head. "Have you seen yourself?"
"She is ill." Ian replied, his voice cold. "And you've nothing else better to do, anyway."
Dylan squinted his eyes as he turned to the sink to grab the soap.
"Fine. I am doing it." He declared while taking one of the dirty plates. "But if I shall do the dishes, you shall lend me your hand too, peasant." The young prince emphasized more on the last word of his sentence.
