To be safe
Milo nodded. It was decided: he would accompany the lady next Sunday. He did not often get to see his people. His father had always had a fear of the prince getting hurt. After all, he was the only male heir, and as such, nothing could be allowed to happen to him. Despite his stepmothers efforts, it did not look as though he would be getting any little brother anytime soon. Especially as his fatehr seemed to spend his time in another woman's bed more than his wife's.
The prince wrinkled his brow ever so slightly. He did not understand why the lord would limit his daughter from seeing the orphans. He did not like it. Truth be told, he did not like the lord either, although he did feel obliged not to say anything against the man. The king kept the man close, so surely it was not Milo's place to disagree. Although he did want to.
"I am sure your father simply has your interests at heart." He said, although he doubted the truth in his own words. "Much like my father..." he then murmured and glanced over at the king, speaking to one of the servants. As the prince returned his gaze to the lady he smiled slightly.
"But just to be safe, let us keep this little outing a secret from the king." He then stated smiling secretively. No need to worry the king. Milo could take the precautions his father might have deemed neccessary for such a trip. He would need at least one guard with him at all times.

Andy smiled coyly as she sipped her wine again and batted her eyelashes just slightly. Then her eyes went back to the servant. He did not look like a servant. Poor and desperate. He looked strong and healthy, which was uncommon for someone of his station. She could not help but wonder why that was. Perhaps his background was not that of a servant? She pulled her eyes from him and abck to the king as she cleared her throat. The king was in the middle of eating. The sight reminded Andy of her late husband. Both ate almost like animals, as though they would never eat again. It was disgusting, but Andy simply focused on taking a bite out of another apple, the juices running down her chin.
