Lyle laughed softly when she had mentioned the ice. It was true, it had melted he had just been too lazy to mention it to here. "Some more ice would be greatly appreciated. Granted I can't feel my knee but I believe that's normal." He said to her.

He had? But there were so many! It seemed impossible to read them all. "You must be a f-fast reader." Amalia commented softly. Her eyes scanned the various book titles. Some were familiar to her but the majority were unknown to here. She coudln't believe Troy was even giving her the time of day honestly. She thought he'd be busy. "You...you don't have to do this your highness. I understand you're a very busy man and I don't want to keep you from your duties." She said, her voice quiet. Troy sighed softly, "Yes, well you're a guest at the moment. It would be rude of me not to pay attention to you. Besides, you practically risked your health just to deliver me some goods. The least I could do is give you my attention for as long as you are here."

Coffee, that sounded wonderful. Reading always did make him sleepy, that's why they always did that before bed. "Just you, that's all I need. But coffee would be an added bonus." He said with a smile. Lyle reached out to take her hand then kissed her knuckles softly before letting her go.

Lyle looked at Aria when she returned and winced when the ice was placed on his knee again. "Is it supposed to burn at first?" he asked and kissed her cheek, thanking her for both the ice and the coffee. Taking a small sip, he smiled, it was just the way he liked it. She was the only person he trusted to get his coffee right. "How do you think the others are doing?" He asked, getting comfortable.

Amalia blushed softly and smoothed out her dress. "Well thank-you, I appreciate it." She said and was silent for a moment before looking at him. "Forgive me if I'm crossing any lines but...you don't remember me do you?" She asked with a sad smile. The question caught Troy off guard. "Remember you?" He repeated and looked at her face. He knew her name but no, he didn't have an answer right away. "I'm sorry, you'll have to refresh my memory. I guess my age is starting to be apparent." Troy replied. Amalia laughed and shook her head. "Oh my goodness, you are not much older than I am!" She noted. Troy smirked and shrugged. "Guess." He said, looking at the various books around them.

Aria was right, the burning stopped after a while. It was then that Lyle could fully relax beside her. "I hope so too. Well, Troy is a polite man, I'm sure he wouldn't have trouble getting along with someone." He said. "Hmm?" Lyle looked at Aria and tilted his head to the side. "Does she? Perhaps she was a childhood friend? Maybe she was the one who moved away?"

"Well you'll never know if you don't ask. And there is nothing wrong with being wrong about something. It happens to a lot of people. All you do then is apologize and go about your day. It's really simple." Lyle said with a smile. Maybe it was her, but there was only one way to find out and if Aria wasn't going to ask, he would. She would be so happy if it was her friend and that would make him pretty happy as well.

Amalia was silent as she looked at Troy and quickly looked away, nervous. "I would say you're in your twenties. Older than me for sure, but not even thirty yet." She said, hopefully she was right and hadn't offended him. Troy was impressed. "Twenty-six." He answered calmly. He was almost thirty, he felt old just thinking about it even though he clearly wasn't. "Ah, two years older than I." Amelia commented, a smile on her face. "Well..we used to talk when we were younger. But I'll admit we never really talked much for obvious reasons." She explained. "Such as?" Troy asked.

Lyle smirked, "You're not going to ask her are you?" He asked. He had closed his eyes to rest here with her. He wasn't going to take a nap or anything, just relax with her. Lyle raised the cup of coffee to his lips and took a nice sip of the hot beverage. Coffee was his favorite scent to smell in the mornings. It just made waking up much easier.

Amelia looked back at Troy and smiled softly then looked at the books. "Well...for one thing, you're royalty. I am not. And...well I've always been busy helping my aunt in her bakery and I'm sure you've been very busy with work here as well." She explained. It was true, Troy was a busy man. That was good though, he liked getting things done and he liked getting them done right. "Well, we have plenty of time to talk now. I'm sure we had plenty of lovely conversations. You seem like a very interesting young lady. Very smart too, despite your actions today." Troy said, meaning the fact that she had walked through a blizzard to get here.

Her answer made Lyle laugh softly. "I understand, but you do know that now I'm very curious to find out just who this Amalia girl is. Clearly she likes Troy more than I thought if she risked her health doing what she just did. Why is it you girls do foolish things to see the person you really like?" Lyle asked Aria, kissing the side of her head lightly.

Lyle smirked and shook his head. Girls were very complicated creatures. Complicated but absolutely breathtaking. Well, some of them anyway. He thought of Claudette and shuddered. She was one of the exceptions. "Aria please, I wouldn't want you catching a cold or dying just to see me. I'm not that impressive. I mean, I am but still." He chuckled. "I want to see what's going on, or to hear it anyway. The suspense is killing me." Lyle sipped his coffee and looked at Aria. "Aria, could you do me a favor?" He asked.

"You're never going to let me forget about this are you sir?" Amalia asked, crossing her arms across her chest. A little upset. "No I am not. Unless honestly forget about it which I doubt. I'm old, but I'm not that old either. I just hope you don't go doing this again. You scared your poor aunt and honestly..." Troy blushed and shook his head. "Well..j-just don't be so foolish again. I'm flattered though but you shouldn't risk your health just to see me." He said quietly. This sounded wrong, as if he didn't want her to visit him. Or that's the way Amalia had taken it anyway. She frowned and looked down at her feet. "I'm sorry." She whispered, not even looking at him now. "I should go. I made it here, I'm sure I can make it home."

Hearing what she said made him frown. "Well I don't want to be the reason you die." He muttered and carefully moved the ice from his knee and set it down on the blanket, he was tired of just sitting here. He needed to walk or else his legs would fall to sleep. "I was going to ask that you listen in on their conversation for me and report back but I guess you already will when you go check on them."

Troy's eyes widened as Amalia turned away and headed out the door. "Miss Amalia!" he called after her. "You can't just walk out! Are you crazy?" He asked but Amalia only gathered her coat and walked to the front door. "I'll be fine your highness. You don't need to worry about me bothering you again and I will be sure to stay away." She replied seriously, turning the doorknob. "You'll get sick!" He warned. It seemed Amalia didn't care, she was determined and Troy honestly wanted to drag her back up to her room and...and what? What would he do? There was nothing he could do.

Lyle watched her leave and smirked. In his mind, he imagined Troy was flustered. He didn't even know how bad the situation really was. Troy looked at Aria when he heard her speak. "Aria...Miss Amalia wants to leave. I'm telling her it's a foolish idea but it seems she refuses to listen. I understand that I can't force her to stay and lord knows I'm not forcing her to do anything she doesn't want to. I just think leaving when there is a storm out there is not the wisest action to take." He explained to her. Amalia furrowed her brow, scowling at Troy. "You changed. You're not the same person I talked to as a younger child. I don't know what happened but you're not the same Troy I cared about. That much is clear." She said. Her expression softened when she looked at Aria. She shook her head. "I should not be here. Besides, my Aunt probably wants me home anyway and honestly, I don't feel comfortable in here. I was an idiot to even believe I would enjoy visiting him again." She muttered, pulling the coat tighter around her.