Sunlight had not begun to blanket the land when Renault had woken from his slumber, a man of habit as he rose typically before sunrise. It was in that moment that he was at peace, he couldn’t give a damn that the realm was at war. Careful that he wasn’t to wake Madeline from her peaceful slumber as he sat on the side of their bed. His body begging him just a few more moments beside her but his mind said work. Work always won, exhaling a sigh as he rose from the bed. Renault would let Madeline sleep like he’d done many times before, his duties were calling especially now more so than ever. 

Renault had a servant lay out his attire the day before, he wasn’t about to waste time on something such as his clothes. Trousers of earthy brown, tunic green like the brightest leaves embroidered in varying shades of brown signifying the crest of his house. Slipping one foot into each of the embroidered boots. Smoothing the clothes so that he would look acceptable for one of his station, he was no perfectionist but he did like looking decent for company. Even if that company was Tyrion Lannister ‘The Imp’, any man of station was to be greeted in the most dignified of manners. There was no time to dally around though, work was to be done and the guest quarters warranted inspection and to speak with Ser Kayne on certain matters, but first, it was time for his breakfast. 

Grasping ahold of the brass candleholder, letting the dancing flame light Renault’s way thru the darkness. A trek he made a hundred times before and undoubtedly make another hundred times, with the only sounds being the servants carrying out their duties for the day. Tedious and bothersome as those tasks were, the servants carried them on without complaint. 

His journey was nearing its end as the entrance the great hall was within view, Renault’s stomach grumbled in demand of sustenance. Crossing the threshold, as he carried on great tapestries of the deeds of his family hung adorning both sides of the great hall. Looking to only see a few guards at breaking their fast, the ones Marvyn posted at guard duty during the night most likely. Everyone was continuing on just as if it hadn't been Renault's name day yesterday. It was better that way, he didn't much care for large celebrations but since he had remarried and times were getting more chaotic there needed to be some joy before times got darker.

“Crisped bacon, eggs, and cheese. An ale to wash it down.” Renault spoke to the servant girl had hurriedly gone back to prepare the first meal of the day. Sitting at the head of the table his paige had laid out his correspondents out on the table for Renault’s viewing pleasure. The first being that Tyrion was to arrive at midday, sooner than expected but he’d welcome him at the time of his arrival. Biting into the bacon that was brought out, curbing his stomach hunger.

Among the documents was one of Lady Madeline’s former house, no doubt another message from her brother about her father’s health. “Make sure to give this to Lady Madeline promptly when she wakes, but do not wake her and inform her of my whereabouts.” Handing the sealed parchment to the attendant to be delivered. “Make sure Radford and Stelsa have awoken, they have their own duties before Lord Tyrion arrives. Make sure Radford oversees Lord Tyrion's chambers and Stelsa is to be getting ready for the day and inspect the keeps cleanliness.” Normally he’d let them sleep but company was coming.

He’d begun to wonder a moment where Ser Kayne was, but with the tasks laid upon him, he was most likely busy. Despite this though he wanted an update on his tasks, this whole bit on the current power struggles was taxing. Renault needed piece of mind. Since his life was about to get increasingly more difficult and dangerous. Looking up at Talon, his family's heirloom passed from father to son for generations. Hoping that it would keep his family safe during the rest of his tenure.