[DrinkToMeOnlyWithThineEyes]

Beriadan and Erumollien were just shoving at each other as they made their way to the dining halls, both their circlet were no longer properly set upon their heads due to their scuffle. The moment they heard someone shout, Beriadan let out a curse and Erumollien raised a brow at his cousin.

"I am doing nothing violent to my cousin," Beriadan huffed, "we're having a horribly playful scuffle."

Erumollien rolled his eyes, "He is forcing me to eat when I have business to attend to." He responded, making to leave before Beriadan pulled at his hair to keep him from leaving.

"Try to escape dear cousin and you won't know what hits you." Beriadan sang out with a warning glare, "You haven't eaten in days, not even after you awoke from your healing sleep." Erumollien shrugged.

"I will yank on your hair and choke you with it if you don't eat like a sane person." Beriadan hissed before shoving him to the dining halls' direction.

The advisor turned to look at his King's consort before he sighed and bowed his head.

"So you are not spineless after all." He remarked before he made a swift gesture to invite the younger male, "If need be, I shall teach you our culture and our kingdom's expectations for you." He did not wish to hear no, for if he did...then he would be the last vote before the High Council seeks a mistress for his cousin.