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Zehail shook his head. If he never became King...surely Marid had to be more secretive about his identity if he didn't want people to find out. Zehail was disappointed that he was giving out such obvious clues for someone who wanted to go undiscovered. He decided to call him out on it, already forming another plan on how to use his slip up as leverage for one of his goals.
"If you never become king?" Zehail asked, tilting his head to the side. He then proceeded to widen his eyes and open his mouth in shock, pretending as if it had just clicked in his head that he was the Prince. "You must be Prince Marid then." Zehail said with a huge grin on his face. He could tell that the Prince was disappointed in the unveiling of his identity.
Zehail then laughed. "Surely a Prince who can't even keep himself disguised to a mere performer doesn't deserve me to himself." Zehail sighed and stretched his arms above him. "However, I am still willing to train you. Under one other stipulation." Zehail approached the boy. "You must find a way to keep this show grounded in your kingdom. If you can do that, then I will train you every night after I perform." He walked away from the Prince, starting to rub himself down once again. "If you fail to do so, the show will continue to travel, which means I will be gone by sunset tomorrow, and so will your chance at training." Zehail explained.
"So if I were you, I'd hurry up and figure out a way to keep this show in town for a very long time." Zehail smiled, knowing Marid couldn't see his grin. He wondered how the Prince was going to go about this. If he was capable of doing this, then maybe, just maybe....he would make a great thief apprentice.
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