The Unseen Prince

A Night Beyond the Castle Walls

 Entering the castle on his own, Razor left to continue his daily schedule while his parents had to wait for everyone else to leave the castle grounds after the ceremony and take a limited amount of questions. The prince felt a light tap on his shoulder as he turned to see a petite woman wearing a kind smile. "Good...afterno...Noon, Miss Noelle.", He spoke in an unrecognizable raspy voice cluttered with low growls. The woman lightly chuckled at his attempt to form his words correctly. "Good afternoon to you too, Young Prince. You are getting quite well at articulating your speech.", Noelle commented as she walked alongside the prince as they headed towards his room. 

Noelle stepped ahead of the boy so she could hold open the door for him, to which he responded with a nod of the head in appreciation for her assistance. Razor entered his bedroom and waited for the peculiar maid to follow along. He recognizes Noelle as both a maid, knight, and of course a friend of his. She had taken up so many roles so she's always busy running from one place to another so he savored the time he got with her. Noelle ushered the young boy into the bathroom to the side of the room where she began running some warm water into the bath while rushing to gather special hair products and soaps. Razor insisted on assisting her to get the bath ready, pouring some gooey soup product into the bath that soon formed bubbles. He wasn't particularly spoiled since most of the time he always insisted on helping or watching how it worked so one day when he doesn't have anyone to help him do something he will more than likely know how to.

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Noelle assisted the prince in getting undressed since some of the clothing required two people to even get on in the first place due to its complex design. She sighed at the sight of his many scars, still unable to let go of the feeling she felt every time she sees them despite being around for many baths and training where he couldn't cover them up in restricting clothing. Razor felt embarrassed to show his scars and wounds to those who cared for him due to the reactions always seeming similar. He felt guilty to have people constantly worried about his health and well-being, simply stepping into the tub to break the uncomfortable silence.

Noelle shook her head from her worried thoughts before carefully getting down on her knees beside the tub to start working on bathing the Prince. She slowly released his hair from the tight braid preparing for the explosion of fluffy hair that followed after. Razor had long soft hair that you could easily run your hands through, though due to it being extremely fluffy it was a hassle to keep under control which is why Lisa insisted on forcing it down into a braid for the ceremony. The knightly maid giggled at his hair as she reached a hand out to her side for some soap kept in a glass bottle. She poured a certain amount of the liquid into her hand and rubbed both hands together before slowly running her hands along the scarred and bruised shoulders of the prince. Razor winced as she reached a certain wound on his lower back. Noelle made a mental note to ask for permission to take the Prince to go visit a special doctor or have her come to the castle herself.

After the maid was finished bathing the prince's body and taking notes of new injuries along the way she worked on washing his hair. Razor stayed quiet during his bath so he could listen to the gentle humming that his friend commonly did during baths that seemingly helped in soothing his pain from accidentally touched wounds. Noelle found his hair to be by far the easiest thing to bath due to the way his and most people's hair reacted to water. Once she finished cleaning and conditioning his hair she stood from her spot beside the tub to grab two towels for the Prince. Razor got out of the bath once he noticed the soft hands of his dear friend disappear from his hair. Noelle was used to the boy's inability to understand the social standard of not presenting yourself unclothed to a stranger. 

All Noelle would do when she saw the young Prince naked was lightly blush since she is a shy woman after all and had seen him like this multiple times. She simply walked over to him and wrapped him up in the first towel then proceeded to use the other towel to dry off his hair with a few swift scrubs. In a matter of minutes, the hair that was once drenched in water draped over his shoulders was already puffed up once again. Noelle gently took one of the Prince's hands and led him back into the main bedroom where he sat on the bed while she recovered some clothing for him.