The day had been a rather busy one, but that was always the case being the Head Monarch's personal servant. Just this morning some pipes had acted up causing a large ruckus throughout the castle. Something about the wooden beams decaying. It was no job for a king to be doing to fix the pipes himself, yet His Majesty had been adamant about it. So instead of tending to Caymdahr beck and call, Ainsley had focused on the supervision of the cleaning of the King's room and his midday meal. Ainsley himself felt that the foods' presentation had been slacking and that he would definitely make it have a comeback today. After finishing up helping the maids work on the Monarch's room, he headed down to the kitchen to supervise and help out where he was needed.

	It was as he was working on this that he heard the Warrior Lance Nystrom's voice calling his name. King Fairchild wished to see him? Ainsley wiped off the apron he had donned and got to work on the tea, only to hear that he did not want Jasmine. It was such a shame that he had taken to the rumors throughout the halls. Some of the maids had said that the King liked Jasmine and that fault of Ainsley forever made him want to throttle the silly dress clad girls who only fantasized about becoming princesses all day instead of working.

	But Ainsley shouldn't dwell on that, he slipped out the supplies to make Chamomile instead and got to work on it, making a batch in record time. For Ainsley couldn't be any less punctual than that. It must have taken a while for Lance to get to the Kitchens to find him, considering he wasn't there too often. Time had already been wasted. Slipping the tea into a suitably well crafted tea pot, he collected the rest of the necessary supplies onto a tray and walked up to Lance, having given the apron to one of the maids a while back. "Shall we go?" He didn't blame Lance after all for the time spent, he was just antsy to see the King.