After walking for a while, talking about the most random things, Alexander finally stopped in front of a simple yet intricate door.
"Here we are."
He pulled out a key and slid it into the keyhole, unlocking the door before opening it for Elion.
"I think everything you need is in there," he said, stepping aside. "There's a bathroom as well, if you want to freshen up."
Elion nodded.
"If you need food or anything to drink, there's a small enchanted bell on your nightstand," Alexander continued. "Just ring it, and a servant will come to you shortly."
Then he added lightly,
"Don't overdo it with the alcohol though."
Elion let out a small chortle.
"Who do you think I am?"
Alexander tilted his head innocently.
"A powerful young hero who happens to be a drunk bastard?" he said matter-of-factly.
Thwack!
Elion brought his hand down in a sharp chop against the prince's head. Alexander dropped into a crouch instantly, clutching his head painfully.
"Ahh, what was that for!"
