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[prinshenrivende]

*One moment, Roy is sitting on the palace wall overlooking the sea and running the events of two nights ago through his mind.*

...Hvem er du? Der hvor...?

*The next moment, he is standing in the middle of a dusty street, in the silent heat of a summer's evening, and somebody has just fallen against him. Reflexively, he catches them.*

Åh-!

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[poorsoul]

*Maes had been walking for a while and his feet ached badly. He still couldn't find any food...everyone wanted him to "pay"...

He stumbled...it was getting harder to walk with his feet like this...

Finally, his feet gave up and he fell forwards, landing against someone.

His face turns red as he curses in his head with embarrassment. Then he looks up...

...

oh...

my...

god.*

[prinshenrivende]

*his face clouds with concern for a moment, and he turns the man quickly-but-carefully in his arms*

Er du i orden? Er du sår...e...?

...

*a lengthy, astonished silence falls between them- something skin-prickingly special, although the Prince himself does not fully understand it*

Du lede... bekendt....

Har vi mødte? Hvad er jeres benævne?

[poorsoul]

*He...He doesn't know his name...

That means he's not like the other Roys who knew who he was right away.

And his clothes...

He...he had to be...

He opens his mouth to speak but remembers just as the silent words leave his lips that he is mute. All he can do is look at his prince sad and pleadingly...*

Danish ^^;

[prinshenrivende]

*Those eyes... he swallows hard, finding the intensity of the gaze difficult-to-meet. Then... as the young man- boy, really, not more than fifteen or sixteen years- tries to communicate, he realises something else*

...you... cannot speak?