Giuseppe shook his head quickly and approached her to clap her on the shoulder. Such a thing was perhaps barbaric for a prince of his time, especially to a lady, but Giuseppe either didn't seem aware of that or didn't seem to care. It was simply a friendly gesture, and he chuckled along with it. "I do not mind your speaking," he told her. "I did ask for it, did I not? It is fine indeed, and I am even more envious now! A mate with whom to make trouble around the castle... Such a thing is only a fantasy for me! Violet would not dare cause trouble, not since our last escapade..." He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, recalling it. Soon he shook his head, clearing it, and smiled up at her.
"I had no idea you were a servant of a nobleman!" he went on, surprise clear in his voice. "My, my, I suppose you are quite accustomed to settings like this, are you not? Tell me, what is the castle you live in like? No--tell me, which nobles do you serve? It is a prideful skill, that a prince know all his neighbors, especially ones of royalty. Are they near here? I bet I do know them by name!"
But just then a guard appeared at the large arch that was the entrance to the hall. "Your Highness," he greeted with a salute. "The apothecary calls for you."
Giuseppe thanked his guard and dismissed him. "Well it looks like your ointment is prepared," he told her. "Come now, let us go get that for you." He led her back to the apothecary's, ensuring her of the man's skill. It would seem he had forgotten about his own question. Once they arrived at the apothecary, the older man presented Mary with an ointment. "I will have you apply this?" he asked, not daring to touch her out of turn. "It would prevent any infection and help with the pain. Let me know if it does not do its job, ma'am. I will fix you up a new ointment as soon as I am able."
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