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Kuryan had been informed of the next on the list, and wasted no time getting ready, with the helping hands of many servants. He was bathed, dressed, and adorned with jewels as any respectable prince should be. His hair was shaggy, nearly reaching his eyes in the front, and try as they could to style it, there was no taming his hair. Not like they needed to take their time, anyway, since he'd only be turning the prince away. He'd be impure, or dishonest, or selfish, and Kuryan would ask him politely to get a good rest before leaving.

His ati and matem awaited him in the grand hall, the queen smiling, "Our guest is here. Place yourself." He took a slow breath, and walked to stand beside his family, the guards helping the other prince into their palace, and escorting him to the hall. Many of them seemed taken with his beauty when he entered; like the moon on the coattails of midnight, and such starry eyes. He truly was a sight, but this was not Kuryan's concern.

"Thank you, for traveling such a distance to come and see us this beautiful day, young prince Kael, of the mountain region. Please, approach." The king's voice was warm, and strange sounding to Kuryan, as he too stepped forward, his blue-green eyes never leaving Kael's face. With a bow, he took his hand in his own, kissing his knuckles briefly.

When he leaned back up, his voice was soft, "It is a pleasure to be in the presence of such beauty. I am prince Kuryan."

The way that this prince spoke was strange... As if he was already unimpressed, and that brought a frown to Kuryan's face. Spoiled, it seemed... But not the worst he could be, "Of course you would stay a couple days, dear prince," He said softly, shyly stepping back, "We're aware of how long you've been traveling, and we've seen many princes with your complexion, that need a few days in the palace, out of the sun, to give their skin a break before returning."

If prince Kael were going to be rude, he saw no reason to be nice, "Though I must say, I've met no prince so dissatisfied with me that he'd mention leaving so quickly. I haven't even had the pleasure of taking you on a walk, to see the wonderful sights of this palace." He hadn't even yet been to his own bed chambers, and already, he was insulting Kuryan.

The King grumbled, and the queen laughed, "Now, Kuryan... Surely the prince would like to see where he shall be sleeping. While your ati and myself oversee supper, take the guards, and have them lead the way."

The dark prince looked to the floor, then brushed past Kael, "This way, please."

The guards followed suit, their footsteps immediately behind the prince's as they wound their way through weaving halls. His room, and Kuryan's room were on opposite ends of a very long hall. He opened the door for the boy, but did not travel inside with him, "Please," Kuryan said quietly, "if there is anything that I can do to make your stay more comfortable, let me know, or send for a guard. When you are dressed, send one of the men outside your door for me, and I shall meet you to take you to our supper."

With a bow, he disappeared, taking one of the guards with himself.

Kuryan only changed into a darker, thicker robe; the tie and hems a blue-green like his eyes. He awaited the guard and prince by the entrance to the dining hall, sighing as he saw them approach. Why was he dressed like that..? So much skin showing.. He was a little nauseous just looking at him, his gaze falling to the floor as his cheeks turned bright red. It must be hot for him, but the choice of thinner linen would have been a better one, instead of less. Even if he was lovely.

He didn't look up when they met, either. This wasn't going to work, and he already knew it, "...I do not think the way you are dressed is appropriate."

Kuryan frowned, biting his lip. That tone to his voice, and the crushed look on his face... He truly had not meant to, and the dark prince could tell. He felt guilty, now, thinking what he had about the pale boy. Certainly he should have been more versed in their culture, but it had been a long trip, and... With a glance into the hall, he motioned for them to go back to his room. He was taller than Kael, but probably...smaller around, but one of his robes. They would be a little bit late for dinner, and he was sure his parents would notice the prince in his robes, but he couldn't let him embarrass himself by going in there half naked.

When they finally reached his room, he paused, and held up a hand, "I will have the dresser weave you two outfits for your days here. For now.. Please, wait here. Guards, please, take down his measurements. One moment," Kuryan backed away from Kael and the guards, disappearing into his bed chamber. There within, he pulled out a thin, dark linen, knowing the pale Bearer surely wasn't used to the heat and gave it a look over before handing it to the boy, "Throw this over what you are wearing."

Kuryan waited for him to do as he was told, then offered him his arm shyly, "I shall... Escort you back properly. You," He pointed to one of the men, "Go tell the dresser his measurements. See to it his clothes are done by the morning."

"Right away, sir."

Even Kuryan was nervous, with the looks his parents shot them, but he only glared back, pulling Kael along and not apologizing himself as he led the prince to his seat, "You are a guest," he said in his airy voice, "supper starts when you are ready."

He pulled back the chair for him, and waited for him to take his seat before moving into his own next to him. As the king and queen barraged Kael with questions, their plates were made by the servants, and blue-green eyes stayed averted downward. He was sure his cheeks were still red, the image of Kael's body still in his mind. It was impure to have such thoughts, but he could not help himself, "Please.." He looked to his ati and matem, "is there any chance...we might eat as we speak?"

His stomach had been in pain for some time now, and just looking at all the food before him made the ache burn in the pit of his belly. It also made him sick to look at, but it might be enough to keep his mind off of that pale skin... The glare sent at Kuryan from his matem made him shiver, his gaze falling to his lap immediately, "I was merely suggesting...that our guest might be a bit peckish after his travels."

Kuryan watched him take his first bite, and then grabbed his own utensils. With a glance to his family, as they too were eating, and speaking quietly to each other, he took a bite of the meat. He held it on his tongue for a long moment, closing his eyes, and sucking on it to make it last. the last time he ate with another prince, they laughed at how he ate... Would prince Kael?

Finally, he began to chew, swallowing only once there was nothing left to chew. With a smile to the prince, Kuryan dabbed his mouth with the cloth by his plate, "I am...glad you appreciate it. The kitchen staff has been with us for years, and prepare only the best for our guests." He had to look to his parents once more, before taking another taste of the meat. It was the most filling on his plate.. He liked to eat it first, to make sure he was a little more full..

"When dinner is finished, prince Kael, would you like me to have the guards... Put up some drapes over your windows? It gets quite hot very early... I would hate for the sun to make you uncomfortable."

"I will have them put curtains up for you before you lie down tonight, then. While we are picking up your robes, perhaps.." He smiled gently, not looking over until there was a mention of dessert. He pursed his lips, giving thought to what he might say. This prince wasn't at all what he'd expected..

By now, he and any other would be making plans for departure. Kuryan was impressed, at least, "..Blueberries." The prince knew it wasn't really dessert, and the shame was obvious on his face, if only for a second, "Of course... that's because I'm not really allowed any sorts of sweets, aside the occasional fruit." He shouldn't have said that should he? He didn't like these questions. He sounded like a fool...

"You are a nice change from the other princes," Kuryan changed the subject, cutting another bite of meat, "even if you did not bring the proper attire. Did your parents not teach you the culture of my kingdom?"