As Sebastian, now in a loose white shirt and pants, which were his pajamas, reflected that his butler had somehow gotten much more clever and witty after the entire 'leisaster', but even worse, he wasn't sure he hated it.
Jylan waved to him, and he waved back.
"Are you sure this is fine?" Sebastian checked, and then said, quickly, "Not that I don't trust you-" and then he cleared his throat. Jylan laughed, and Sebastian, flustered, said, "I mean! Butler. If the Crown Prince is caught, you won't be forgiven. Are you sure about this?"
"Of course." Jylan laughed, smiling, and Sebastian tried to calm his heart. Or maybe throw his emotions out the window.
Oh, how he had missed that smile.
"Don't know where the kitchen is, my prince?" Jylan suddenly asked, and Sebastian shook his head. "I was following you, butler. Lord have mercy if you got us lost."
A problem with Sebastian's life was that since he rarely left his room and study, he didnt know where anything was. Least of all the kitchen - he had never paid any special attention to his food, aside from checking it for poison, which he had still only found a couple of times.
The point was, that this prince and his butler were now standing uncertainly in the middle of the hallway, and neither of them knew where to go.
"..."