When A Prince Meets A Queen

Eileen, for the first time in a long while, had to actually resist the urge to laugh at the events she was witnessing, as the ribbon was pulled on her mystery gift. Instead, she simply gave off a mild smile, keen to instead laugh once the moment was open. Had she laughed now, Daisuke would of sensed something a miss.

Instead of doing so, Eileen would bring her glass to her lips once more, this time to simply hide said emotions rather than take a sip. Just as she did so, the box in Daisuke's hand would have its lid fall to the ground as the Wrestling Prince opened it.

Inside, he would not find a gift in any sense of the word. Rather, Daisuke would find a sleeve-less waistcoat inside, darker to the grey suit the man was wearing. Upon inspection, Daisuke would likely discover find said coat awfully familiar.

And he would be right to do so. It was exact copy of the one Eileen's male servants were wearing, with her distinct mark in the upper left breast.

Barely containing her laughter, Eileen would once more make motions for the bell; said ringing once more quickly answered, again by the same servant as before.

"Would you be so kind as to direct Daisuke to the kitchen, so that he may begin?"

Something was a bit off, Daisuke couldn't quite sure what was in the gift or why she would bestow such a mysterious gift on him but he still decided to indulge the queen and humour her as he began to unwrap the red ribbon first. He then took a look at Eileen , who was busy sipping away her wine. Daisuke looked back down at the box before slowly lifting the lid.

Daisuke thought he had an idea of what it was but what he discovered was totally unexpected. He raised his eyebrow and then grabbed the fabric of the suit before lifting it up in his hands. "What the?. . . " he said, a bit surprised as he looked at the clothes then looked at the waiter, he compared the two and it was evident. He was just gifted her servants clothes.

Before anything else, she summoned her servant once more and he was quick to arrive, the Queen directed him to escort Daisuke to the kitchen so that he may begin his services.

"You must be joking" he said shrugging his shoulders as he threw the suit on the floor. "What makes you think the wrestling prince would ever serve a filthy common wrestler such as yourself?" he was quick to snap back at her.

It was somewhat lucky that Daisuke's eyes were latched on the interesting present before him. Had he even scanned Eileen's own gaze before opening it, he would of likely figured he was the butt of her joke.

Said gaze would remain as confident and smug, as she polished off the remainder of her glass. The moment the suit found its way to the floor courtesy of Daisukes rage, the one servant in the room picked it up seemingly before it even settled to the ground, placing it over his arm as if it was a guests coat.

"Well...you came here of your own will, did you not?" With glass back to table, Eileen placed a finger to her chin, the other arm crossed in front of her chest.

"I'd say that's a fair indication you want to serve me..."

When the wrestling prince watched that expression on Eileen's face as he was about to open the gift, he knew something was wrong. However, he didn't exactly knew WHAT until he actually opened up the contents of the gift. A waiter suit.

Daisuke felt insulted, never has he been insulted like this before. He quickly threw the attire on the floor but the well-trained servant was quick to quickly catch it and hang it over his hand like his hand was its personal towel rack.

Daisuke went on his rant but Eileen was still calm in her reply, which made him lean back against his chair and rub his chin. "Quite an interesting world you live in. However, I must burst your bubble....the prince DOES not SERVE anyone. Including you" he said as he got up from his seat.

As Daisuke rose from his seat, the one other figure besides himself and the redhead immediately stepped back; the servant under firm instructions not to interact beyond anyway Eileen deemed. And she was not the petty sort to have a collection of drink-pourers and coat-takers attack a well know Tension star.

Plus, she seemed more than confident in her ability to handle the Prince without even rising from her seat.

"And yet...you came here of your own accord? No gun to your head, no prize to be given. It's almost as if you knew you belonged here...Serving me..." Eileen would purr, tone fading out as she let those last words linger in Daisukes mind, as a huge cocky grin came across her face.

The wrestling prince had enough, he wasn't going to simply sit there and let this supposed queen insult the PRINCE. He rose up from the seat and looked to tell Eileen off, he expected the servant to step in between as he had been quite a loyal puppy to the queen during their conversation but to his surprise, the servant simply backed off. The prince was under the impression that perhaps the poor chap was scared of the Daisuke's ability.

However, the queen was unflinching. She did not even rise up off her chair to face the prince, instead choosing to stay down to address him. "I simply came down here to see who the supposed queen is. An apparent impostor to the royal wrestling blood apparently...or perhaps....I came here to find a new servant....a queen serving a prince...sounded very interesting to me" he grinned back to her.

In Eileen's mind, the more Daisuke screamed and lost his temper, the more she had 'won' this little game. Given the Queen of Summer had yet to even flinch, it appeared as if Daisuke was screaming at a woman devoid of care.

Of course, she couldn't stop herself from goading the Wrestling Prince further mind. Whilst still maintaining that composed calm demeanour.

"You came here to see me, did you?" Eileen brought a hand to her chest, in mock flattery, before letting loose a small laughter. "Does the Wrestling Prince not have, internet?" Suggesting Daisuke simply could of seen a profile of the woman on AFW.com, Eileen would finally rise from her chair, again in a slow calm manner. If Daisuke got physical, or even mildly threatening, she'd be sure to respond in kind. But right now, she was having too much fun goading the Wrestling Prince as if he was a bull, she the matador.

"Alas, I'm afraid to say it, but you have bored me." Clapping her hands together, Eileen would finally break off eye contact, looking elsewhere as if something else had gained her attention.

"If you cannot admit your desire to serve me, then I have zero use for you. Go. Begone."

The wrestling prince was certainly insulted, infuriated and enraged. He hadn't come all this way to her humble estate to be insulted like he was a servant. With that in mind, the proud prince had enough and lost his cool a bit as he pushed off his chair and began to rant at the Queen, who certainly hadn't lost her cool and maintained the same demeanour she had during the beginning of their conversation.

"I certainly do have internet but I wouldn't be dead caught searching for all the rookies that join the AFW. I thought you invited the prince to pay your due respects to me but I'm afraid I was wrong" he glared back as the two were standing face to face for a brief while, until Eileen lost her interest.

"Like I said, I wouldn't be caught dead serving anyone...." he said before turning away, "I shall take my leave....so-called Queen" he snarled before looking to take off the same way he came in.

Eileen was besides herself, but she was extremely careful in revealing such. Just a smug, patronising smile would be enough on her part. Anymore, and the elegant redhead would instead look like a simple child pulling a prank. Whether Eileen had motives beyond simply antagonising the Tension star would remain unknown, as the redhead seemed happy enough to just let the man exit her home.

Albeit of course, not without one final jibe.

"Oh, but no, I must insist..." Waving her hand to both try to motion the Wrestling Prince and signal him a direction, Eileen would put the nail on her verbal coffin.

"You mustn't go out of the front. Please, the backdoor." Bringing a hand to her mouth, Eileen would try to cover her very blatant smile and laughter.

"That's where the help leaves..."

The day was indeed a strange one, who exactly was this woman and what did she really want? Just to taunt the prince? did this mean something? or was this some other sort of trickery that he was not privy to. Regardless, the prince had enough and was ready to make his leave. He wasn't ready to sit there and be insulted like he was a common servant.

With that he began to take his leave, moving to the same door he came from. "You seem to have mistaken me for someone else, as I said I serve no one, especially not a fake queen. The prince leaves out the front door....but if you really want me to leave from the back door, you're going to have to make me" he grinned, looking back at her before walking forward to the door.