Oriah's face twisted with saddness and grief, with a tinge of anger hearing what you said, but quickly regained her composure. "Leto, my darling, I know it isn't your fault. We can fix all of this some day" Oriah says, directing it at you, but her words seemed to be speaking to herself.

"Leto! Oriah! I'm the fourth heir of Ekavacana, and I am above both of you-" Prince Oba announced as he burst into the room, Oriah smirked with a silent scoff behind her fan at that statement "That's why you have to listen to me when I tell you that we're leaving. Grab your belongings, we leave in an hour... I'm not sure where yet, but we're leaving this place and running away" Qillorik announced to the two women.

Oriah seemed shocked at this, taking a step back. "You're really... but..." Oriah was obviously confused. "We're going Quyin" Oriah tells him. The prince looked puzzled, and a little taken aback by Oriah telling him where they were going, but nodded.

"Leto, grab anything we're going to need for the journey, I'm going to get some money for our trip, and Oriah... listen to Leto, do what she says, I trust her judgement" The prince commands you

"Okay, right, I'll eat something, but I've considered it, and sitting around in the palace isn't going to get me anywhere, we have better chances if we take fate into our own hands instead of waiting for a magi to come to us!" Qillorik rants enthusiastically, Oriah covering her lower face with her fan as she heard 'waiting for a magi to come to us'

You recall that most of the prince's clothes remained in the grand closet, but his more practical clothes were in a smaller closet inside the grand closet. There were several, different sized backpacks in your room, several large camping backpacks, but only two smaller ones. All of Qillorik's personal toiletries (hairbrush, soap) were in his private bathroom.

Qillorik was next to his food tray, quickly eating his food, but still managing to retain his regal disposition as he scarfed the food down, waiting for you and Oriah to prepare

In the middle of giving directions to his other sailors, Olix quickly turns to you.

"Oh, uh... go see if the chef needs any help in setting the table below deck" Olix says quickly before turning back to his other men

he goes below the deck to look for the chief

(Once again, please try to type more, it makes it incredibly difficult to continue your story when there is nothing to go off of

Ex:
I nod in acceptance of the task, turning to head back down into the ship. I walk across the deck, heading towards the stairs and watching the sailors do their work as we traveled across the beautiful blue sea, inhaling the salty air before I walk down the wooden steps of the ship, looking around for anyone who might be a chef, or at least on the kitchen staff, as Olix instructed me to do.

Maybe also be a little more inclusive of the life/backstory your character had, it's hard to figure out your character and the best scenarios for him if I don't know anything about him besides "He has a rich family. He has a pet griffin named Sky. He is mute." )

You step below deck, looking around the dimly lit area, the only lighting coming into the space being from the windows, which opened out to the vast ocean. If you look out of them, you can still see the land behind you slowly growing smaller and smaller as your depart father and farther away.

You see a few people not dressed like the other sailors, and decide to follow them into the kitchen where a man is aggressively barking orders at a small group of people in hairnets, who scurried around the kitchen doing various things, like chopping up ingredients and tossing things into pots

I nod in acceptance of the task, turning to head back down into the ship. I walk across the deck, heading towards the stairs and watching the sailors do their work as we traveled across the beautiful blue sea, inhaling the salty air before I walk down the wooden steps of the ship, looking around for anyone who might be a chef, or at least on the kitchen staff, as Olix instructed me to do.
You step below deck, looking around the dimly lit area, the only lighting coming into the space being from the windows, which opened out to the vast ocean. If you look out of them, you can still see the land behind you slowly growing smaller and smaller as your depart father and farther away.
You see a few people not dressed like the other sailors, and decide to follow them into the kitchen where a man is aggressively barking orders at a small group of people in hairnets, who scurried around the kitchen doing various things, like chopping up ingredients and tossing things into pots
[like this]

Well... it kind of looks like you just copy//pasted what I just said to you without adding anything on, the italicized paragraph was basically my version of what you had responded as an example, and below that was the prompt I was giving you to respond to

"That's the point of running away, Leto, is that my parents don't know and I'm not supposed to. Ugh, Qinnara always acts like she's the king, such an annoying child" Qillorik scoffed. "And I'm not running away because I'm scared of my stupid fate or whatever, I'm... wait, how did you about my engagement?" Qillorik stopped in his tracks, looking at you accusingly.

"You're so dramatic, it was impossible not to know, as soon as you ran off to have your temper tantrum, I came in and read the letter" Oriah said, defending you. Qillorik looked completely shocked and taken aback by Oriah's blunt speech.

"Excuse me? How dare you! You are-"

"Not in charge of me, if you're running away, that means you no longer have any power over me." Oriah states, leaving Qillorik gaping at her, trying to think of some sort of comeback, but was unable to say anything. "Besides, you need me, darlings, we're going to Quyin for a reason" She said, fanning herself with her handfan.

[Let me know when you're ready to depart]