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Loras had been well informed that there were to be no weapons on campus, but he could not help but conceal a small dagger on his hip-- which was precisely where his hand rested at the moment. His prince was ahead of him, gawking at the humans and their dwelling. The humans here made him uncomfortable, they were not used to his culture and he was not used to theirs.
Prince Renly had turned suddenly, facing him to ask a question. Pursing his lips in mild disapproval, Loras said nothing. He would have felt much more comfortable if there were servants to carry out their whims. He didn't know how long his prince would last without a servant at his hand. "It's ... Different." Quite honestly, he would have preferred to be back at home. Though, that was quite impossible. Had he the option, Loras would have come forward as the killer and sacrificed his life in order for Renly to remain home as the King. However, since the new king was the true murderer, he thought that perhaps his death would go in vain.

"We will need to find the servants." He loved Renly dearly, but he did not think he could suffer being a slave to him. A squire and lover was one thing, but he was much too proud for anything lower. Despite his misgivings, Loras had to admit that he was a little impressed at the building. Hopefully the school would meet the standards of a prince and his squire. "I must say, I'd prefer grand over quaint ..."

Smiling wildly as she slowly entered her favorite place on the island, she was ecstatic to be in the courtyard. Though it may not be a practical place for someone to like, as it offered nothing more then a bunch of people that were all strangers to her. The thought of it though, never seemed to bother her, as she was used to having little to no friends.

"Well, what should I do?" She blurted out a bit too loudly as she entered the main area of the courtyard. "It's actually pretty nice outside." She said as she closed her eyes and walked aimlessly in whatever direction her feet decided was good. Sighing carefree, she felt as if everyone was looking at her, but she dare not open her eyes. So what if they were? She calmly put her hands behind her head and tilted her head a bit upwards towards the sky. Unless, she was about to run into someone, or fall off a cliff into the abyss of terror.

With that thought she pulled herself backwards and fell to the ground, hitting her head on the ground full of leaves. Opening her eyes, for a second everything was spinning for her, as if she actually had fallen into a different dimension, but after a few blinks, her vision was back to normal, which relieved her greatly.

As she slowly started to get up, she propped her body on her right elbow as she looked to see if there was anyone around her. There were a few around her, but none that she knew of, which relieved her even more. Fully standing up, she dusted off her dress and coughed to clear her throat. "Sorry everyone." She said as she rubbed the back of her head.

Loras shifted his gaze around the immediate area, tensed and feeling quite out in the open. His hand had tightened on the hilt of his small knife, wishing very much that he had been allowed to bring his sword along. Perhaps there was someone he could convince, anyone that would understand how badly he needed one. "As long as you are safe ..." As long as his prince was more or less content in their new home, Loras would suck it up for the greater good. After all, it really wasn't like they had any other choice.

A girl had stumbled out, crossing into his line of vision, and automatically, Loras brought out his weapon, holding it defensively across his body. Immediately, the girl seemed to fall backwards of her own accord, making the boy wrinkle his nose up in disgust at the clumsy and untrained serving girls they hired here. Obviously, she could have not possessed very high status if she couldn't even walk properly. Loudly, Loras' first reaction was to complain irritably about the status of the serving girls. "Honestly, they can't even train their servants to walk properly, I think this one should be put to punishment immediately."

Sighing lightly and looking at the people around her, it seemed they cared more as to why she did it, then if she was okay at all. Rolling her eyes, she ignored all of the questions, and scanned around for which direction would be best for her to go in. Looking almost directly in front of her, there were two boys, with one hiding behind the other, for some reason. Were they scared of her? Did that little scene frighten them in some way?

Looking at them for a second, she lightly pushed through all the people that were now less interested in her, to get a better view. She was about to approach them when she heard one of them whistle, presumably at her. Making her jump a bit, she put her full attention on them, and started to walk a bit closer to them so that she could hear them if they talked to her. Waiting for a few seconds, the one that looked more, proper, asked her where all the maids were. She guessed that these two thought that he was a maid. Taking a good look at them before replying, she thought that they must have been important for her, of all people, to look like a maid. "I am not a maid." She paused. "Sir." Kiyana wasn't sure what else to say to them, but she guessed that she may as well answer his other question. "I have no idea where the actual maids are, or if there are even any one this island. If you need any help I would be glad to try."

Reluctantly, Loras slid his knife back into it's soft leather sheath, keeping his hand posted over it just in case. Renly had drawn up beside him, and they stood watching the drunken servant girl together. Giving a stern hm, Loras agreed; she had probably found her master's spirits, and had taken liberties. Their stay at this school would obviously not be a good one if their servants could not keep their grimy fingers off. Tomorrow, he would have to find some appropriate locking cabinets for their most precious items.

His eyes narrowed at the gawky girl, who seemed to be ignoring them at the present. She had not immediately jumped to Prince Renly's summons, and that irritated him more than it should have.
"Don't get cocky here, girl." How dare she say she was not a maid, when she was so plainly dressed in servant's garb. It was not uncommon for maids to pretend to be ladies of high birth, if only to get a chance to talk to a prince, but after years of beating back lusty women, Loras was quite honestly tired of it. "Now, tell us where the maids are and perhaps we won't tell your master about your drinking habits." Though, with the way this servant was behaving towards them, she had less and less of a chance of getting off lightly.

As she looked at them both, she wondered to herself as to where they came from. It seemed to weird to say that they had been here for a long time, as it seemed as if they didn't know their way around, and that they thought that she of all people was some type of maid. Batting her eyes at them, she tilted her head slightly to the right as she continued to observe them. Their clothes looked expensive to her, but she wasn't sure as to where they came from, as it was almost impossible to guess things like that. For all she knew, they could have been from some far away ancient civilization, and they were the two rulers of this far away land. Though even though that was likely, why exactly would they come here?

She dropped the topic as the one that was standing upright, as if he was the protector of the other, called her cocky. Her, cocky? She was far from it, as she usually never got in anyone's face or said anything remotely offense to anyone, ever. pouting for a second, she looked away from the two of them, as she thought of the word they should have used. Childish. As Kiyana slowly turned her head back in their direction, the same guy commented that if she told them where the rest of the maids were, they wouldn't say anything about her drinking problem..... Drinking problem? Since when did she have a drinking problem? Thinking backwards for a second, she thought of any events that they could have witnessed that would make the two of them believe that she had a drinking problem. Were they there at the bar with her, when she had her first drink? No, they likely would have mentioned it. So the only other possible reason, was her fall. Maybe they saw it in a way, that seemed as if she had been tipsy and had fallen over, so she went with that assumption in her mind.

As she waited for a few moments, it seemed that the other boy had began to talk to her, about a, master? Where were these two coming up with such bizarre things? Since when did adults have masters, or anyone for that fact? Looking at them both with a dazed out look, she didn't know how to reply to their weird assumptions. Kiyana was out of words to say, even though she hadn't even said one word to either of them. Maybe they were joking around? she looked at them, coming out of her dazed state, to see if there were any signs of laughter or weird smiles, but there was nothing. These two were serious. As the one that was still a bit too afraid to stand up like the other talked, he made the assumption that Kiyana would have an idea of were they could sleep for the night and put their belongings, which sadly, she did know.

"Listen, I will help you two if you need it, but out of all the things you have just assumed about me, none of them are real. I am not cocky, drunk, I don't even think there are maids on this island and I don't have a master." She stated to them as clearly as she could, as in hopes of making them realize they were wrong.