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reason no words ever came out, and as usual, when Luken awoke, it all seemed so real. The first of the sunlight was starting to creep in through his window, and turning his head he could see a small boy standing next to his bed. Taylor smiled at him when he noticed he had been spotted, and noticing the boy had attempted to dress himself "good morning, ooh I see you've managed to get yourself dressed as well" he added trying to feign surprise. Truth be told Taylor had his shirt on and the buttons were in the wrong holes, as well his breeches on back to front, sitting up in bed, he then noticed the poor boy had put his shoes on the wrong feet.
    After getting up and dressing , he then tried correcting Taylors attempt at putting his clothes on, making an effort to show and explain as he went, how to tell the front from back and which shoe went to which foot. Walking down to breakfast, the youngster skipped his way down the corridor just ahead of Luken, though he kept glancing back occasionally just to reassure himself the prince was still behind him. Much to his surprise when he entered the dining room, his mother was already seated, eating a slice of melon. Taylor darted back to Lukens side, and grabbed his hand at sight of the unfamiliar woman sat in the room, "Good morning mother, you are up early this morning" he said, "no need to be scared, she is my mother, she will not hurt you" he then added turning his attention to the young boy.
    After seating themselves down, Taylor making sure he was next to the prince , and as far away from the queen as that arrangement allowed, "So this is the little friend I have heard the staff gossiping about, what a delightful looking little boy" she added with a smile. After ordering food for himself, and once more explaining to the young boy, he did not have to keep asking for bread, the two decided to have the same as the queen was eating, though Taylor wanted a glass of milk as well. The queen watched as her youngest son appeared to be in his element, as he tenderly put the small child's napkin down, and making sure he was seated close enough to the table to reach. She had never really thought of Luken as the fatherly type, but observing him and his obvious fondness for the youngster she decided that maybe she had misjudged.
    After introductions, Luken explained in full , the details of how Taylor had come to be in the palace, "your intentions are noble dear, and your kindness for one less fortunate is to be admired" the queen spoke in her regal tone, "However, at some point the boy will have to be housed elsewhere, you cannot think to keep him here." With that remark Luken looked crossly at his mother, and the youngster had picked up almost immediately the change in mood, "you would have me throw him back on the street perhaps?" he said in a sardonic tone. "That is not what I said, perhaps the orphanage can take care of him," but Luken was having none of that. "I will not see him go there, that place is horrid and I pity those that have to live within those walls. Taylor will stay with me mother," he finished up with quite the air of authority to his voice.
    Little more had been said on the matter , as Luken and Taylor returned to their rooms, and after washing, the prince brushed the youngster's hair. "You are going to leave me aren’t you?" the boy asked him, "don’t you want me either?" Luken felt a pull inside, "Listen to me Taylor, I will not leave you anywhere, as long as you are happy here that is fine by me, don’t listen to what my mother says, I promise I will look after you." After exchanging smiles, the young boy put his arms around Luken as a gesture of affection, and Luken knew for sure then, that no matter what, he could never leave this poor child to fend for itself in the city, or to lead a life of misery at the orphanage. No, his mind was now made up, Taylor had for all his short life been made to struggle and barely scrape by to survive, now he would have someone to