Finally the time for dinner had arrived and Jan couldn't be happier. The young Prince always loved when his father was preoccupied at dinner with guests. He had known for several weeks that his father intended to send him to Galorien; rumors spread that the Emperor wanted to be rid of his magically inclined son and Galorien was far enough away but still under his control so Jan wouldn't fall into the wrong hands. Of course those were only speculations on why Jan Leon was being sent away but the youngest Prince couldn't help but wonder if they were true.
The large dining hall was buzzing with activity as the servants seated the guests, including the Duke and his family, a few other noblemen and women as well as the Emperor and his family. The table was piled high with food and drink, all served on silver platters with raised designs set in gold. The room itself was beautiful and it was one of the smaller dining areas within the home of the royal family.
The walls were painted a soft blue. Along the edges of the walls the trim was painted a deeper shade of blue with gold designs throughout. Along the western wall were three large windows that were partially hidden behind thick curtains that matched the colors of the room. Within the center of the room sat a long but narrow table with plush, richly decorated chairs. The Emperor sat naturally at the head of the table with the visiting Duke sitting across from him. To his right was the reserved seat of his eldest son and to his right was his wife. The Empress was helped into her seat by Risey. The Empress wore a fine dress of pale peach material overlaid with delicate white lace and small pearls, the dress ended in a small train that was edged by slightly larger pearls. Jan always marveled at how beautiful his mother was in her fine dresses. The Empress had her dark hair styled on the top of her head in a braided bun held in place by several pearl studded clips that were attached to one another by thin ropes of pearls.
Jan smiled softly as he noticed the necklace his mother had chosen to wear. It was one of the first that her son had crafted without the aid of a master. The chain was a bit crooked and the small pearl that dangled from the chain was surrounded by a slightly uneven gold hoop. It brought him great pride that his mother chose to wear it.
His eyes skimmed over those that were being seated at the long table and he hoped to find the Galorien woman. He had been impressed by her beautiful singing and he wanted to thank her for showing her talent, he was going to tell her earlier but Risey had grown rather impatient and she had pushed him to his mother. Dawn, as the Galorien woman was called, had been invited to dine with them.
Jan noticed from the corner of his eye that his mother excused Risey from the room entirely. Surely it could have been because of earlier, when he had learned that his father had grown angry at the presence of the servant woman. He watched the raven haired woman walk with her head bowed before she disappeared into one of the doorways that led down into the kitchen.
"Mother," Jan called, "You look beautiful tonight. Thank you for wearing that necklace."
The Empress smiled at her son before turning to talk to one of the noblewomen that had approached her. Soon dinner was well underway by the time that Jan spotted Risey standing patiently along one of the back walls. She stood with a practiced pose, keeping her cool despite the fragrant food that sat on the long table - roasted duck stuffed with wild rice and onions, pumpkin soup with fresh bread, and even puddings crafted like silk. Jan was sure there was a thin line of saliva running down his chin just from the smells, how a servant could stand quietly without showing signs of hunger was beyond him. The prince knew that the servants ate quite well in comparison to what many others ate; of course they weren't given the fine food if the royal family but they were given enough to keep them fed and healthy.
His eyes flicked to the woman, Dawn. He wondered if she was going to sing for them; earlier he had enjoyed her singing and hoped to hear more of it.
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The servant bowed her head and followed behind the royals. She stayed quietly behind the Empress and out of the way as greetings were exchanged. Her hands were folded in front of her as she waited for her orders. "Risey." The Empress called as she turned in the direction of the servant woman.
It was the moments like this that made Risey's heart and stomach turn. The Empress was kind, spoiled and bossy, but kind. She wouldn't deserve what was coming to her. But it had been her husband and his men, even Jan, who participated in the siege of Galorien. They had taken everything from her; her peace, her love, her family and friends, everything. It had been easy at first for her to come into the castle and put in such a well thought out act - to play the part of a loyal servant while feeding information to the rebellion back in Galorien. But it was becoming harder and harder for her to focus on her job of spying, for when the signal was to come she was to return to Galorien.
Risey called Galorien her home and it was for the most part, but her place of birth was a different kingdom all together, one that had been glorious and wonderful but it fell into shambles at the hands of her vile uncle. Her salvation had come in the form of the royal family of Galorien.
"Will you please go and find my niece and my sons?" The Empress asked kindly. A wide, gentle smile stretched across her lips.
Bowing once more Risey turned to leave but she was stopped by the whisperings of the Empress and the wife of the Duke, the Duchess as she had been introduced. "She was the servant that tackled Jan Leon!" The Empress laughed softly..
"That woman is quite close to Jan Leon and she is my personal servant. She was the servant of..."
Risey continued walking on as the Queen told the story of her previous employers and their unfortunate demise.
She knew just were to find Jan and the others. He wasn't that hard to predict either. The youngest Prince was fairly creative and she had aided him in the dark hours of the night with creating his beautiful objects.
Jan had been given a small two story building that had been originally for practicing his magic but his mother had forbid brining the deceased into the castle walls so it had been converted to something that Jan liked better. It was a workshop. Within the first floor were his various tools, a work table, some stools with red goose feather cushions on them, a small display of brightly colored stones and gems stood along the far wall away from the hearth where he melted scraps of gold and other metals given to him by the Royal Jeweler.
Hammers of various sizes, drawplates, files and pliers hung from hooks on the walls. The second story contained a bed, chest and a display case where he stored his projects. Jan's father had allowed this little slice of heaven for the youngest prince due to the calming effect that crafting objects of gold had on his son. It kept the voices as a dull murmur in the back of his mind.
"Happy birthday Elys!" He said as he held out a thin box decorated with gold colored flowers.
Inside the box was a small child sized necklace. The necklace was a slender gold colored chain with hand carved, small carnelian beads and a single tear drops shaped sunstone that was suspended from the necklace by a small gold link.
"It isn't much...and I cut myself a few times trying to make it for you...but I hope you like it."
Jan had learned the skills of metal working by observation. His mother wanted him to learn something other than magic after all.
Risey arrived at the shop shortly after Jan had handed the young girl the small gift. She stood in the corner of the room with a small smile on her face. Her eyes focused on the Galorien woman, knowing who she was and what her job was at the castle.
Jan glanced at the servant in the corner and he smiled widely. “I see mother has let you go. I don’t know how you can always seem to find some way to get away from her.” He joked.
“I take it she wants to see Elys?” Jan asked. He adored his younger cousin because she had the childhood that he could not – she was treated as a child, she wasn’t anything else but that. The servant woman was leaning against the wall for a few moments before Jan picked up one of the small stools and threw it in her direction.
Risey managed to catch it and she quickly set it on the ground. Sitting on the stool she quickly discarded her shoes and left them in the corner as she observed everything.
’She’ll like it Jan. You don’t need to worry.’ Risey mouthed to him.
Jan smiled and turned his attention back to his cousin. “By the way…where is my brother?”
Risey shrugged. She didn’t know where the heir was, and she wondered if he knew where to look for Jan first.
It was the moments like this that made Risey's heart and stomach turn. The Empress was kind, spoiled and bossy, but kind. She wouldn't deserve what was coming to her. But it had been her husband and his men, even Jan, who participated in the siege of Galorien. They had taken everything from her; her peace, her love, her family and friends, everything. It had been easy at first for her to come into the castle and put in such a well thought out act - to play the part of a loyal servant while feeding information to the rebellion back in Galorien. But it was becoming harder and harder for her to focus on her job of spying, for when the signal was to come she was to return to Galorien.
Risey called Galorien her home and it was for the most part, but her place of birth was a different kingdom all together, one that had been glorious and wonderful but it fell into shambles at the hands of her vile uncle. Her salvation had come in the form of the royal family of Galorien.
"Will you please go and find my niece and my sons?" The Empress asked kindly. A wide, gentle smile stretched across her lips.
Bowing once more Risey turned to leave but she was stopped by the whisperings of the Empress and the wife of the Duke, the Duchess as she had been introduced. "She was the servant that tackled Jan Leon!" The Empress laughed softly..
"That woman is quite close to Jan Leon and she is my personal servant. She was the servant of..."
Risey continued walking on as the Queen told the story of her previous employers and their unfortunate demise.
She knew just were to find Jan and the others. He wasn't that hard to predict either. The youngest Prince was fairly creative and she had aided him in the dark hours of the night with creating his beautiful objects.
Jan had been given a small two story building that had been originally for practicing his magic but his mother had forbid brining the deceased into the castle walls so it had been converted to something that Jan liked better. It was a workshop. Within the first floor were his various tools, a work table, some stools with red goose feather cushions on them, a small display of brightly colored stones and gems stood along the far wall away from the hearth where he melted scraps of gold and other metals given to him by the Royal Jeweler.
Hammers of various sizes, drawplates, files and pliers hung from hooks on the walls. The second story contained a bed, chest and a display case where he stored his projects. Jan's father had allowed this little slice of heaven for the youngest prince due to the calming effect that crafting objects of gold had on his son. It kept the voices as a dull murmur in the back of his mind.
"Happy birthday Elys!" He said as he held out a thin box decorated with gold colored flowers.
Inside the box was a small child sized necklace. The necklace was a slender gold colored chain with hand carved, small carnelian beads and a single tear drops shaped sunstone that was suspended from the necklace by a small gold link.
"It isn't much...and I cut myself a few times trying to make it for you...but I hope you like it."
Jan had learned the skills of metal working by observation. His mother wanted him to learn something other than magic after all.
Risey arrived at the shop shortly after Jan had handed the young girl the small gift. She stood in the corner of the room with a small smile on her face. Her eyes focused on the Galorien woman, knowing who she was and what her job was at the castle.
Jan glanced at the servant in the corner and he smiled widely. “I see mother has let you go. I don’t know how you can always seem to find some way to get away from her.” He joked.
“I take it she wants to see Elys?” Jan asked. He adored his younger cousin because she had the childhood that he could not – she was treated as a child, she wasn’t anything else but that. The servant woman was leaning against the wall for a few moments before Jan picked up one of the small stools and threw it in her direction.
Risey managed to catch it and she quickly set it on the ground. Sitting on the stool she quickly discarded her shoes and left them in the corner as she observed everything.
’She’ll like it Jan. You don’t need to worry.’ Risey mouthed to him.
Jan smiled and turned his attention back to his cousin. “By the way…where is my brother?”
Risey shrugged. She didn’t know where the heir was, and she wondered if he knew where to look for Jan first.
Risey smiled softly before leading the way. It was unheard of that the any of the princes would use the small passageways within the thick walls of the castle but it was often the quickest way to get him to the Queen. Touching the wall gently she opened the door once more. Often it took a knock on the hidden door to get it open but Risey had found a way to open the doors easily that no other servant knew about. Opening another hidden door the woman entered a long hallway that was richly decorated with various paintings and tapestries.
Her cheeks tinged pink at his words. It was true...the Queen was a woman that was be hard to handle but Risey had always been good at taming those that did not wish to be tamed. She remained quiet as they approached the doors to the royal apartments. The servant was familiar with the rooms inhabited by all the royals. It was her job as a servant to know the locations and such - especially when the Queen lost something. She would send Risey to the most ridiculous locations to find it. Once she had sent the woman on a small adventure to find a corset that the Queen claimed was in Jan's room. What would the Queen's clothing be doing in her son's chambers? Risey looked in Jan's room for a solid hour before being informed that the Queen had found her corset laying under the thick dress she was to wear for the day.
The woman smiled to herself as she walked down the hallway before disappearing into one of the hidden passageways. She wouldn't need to stay and listen to the conversation between the Prince and his parents; she had already planted what she needed to get the information within the chambers of the chambers of the royals and around other major points of interest. Moths - the unsuspecting creatures of the night had been her way of gathering information.
Next on her list was to find Jan again, as he had claimed he would be with the Queen. She knew that he wasn’t there. He was likely wasting his time doing something - he never liked to stay in the castle itself for long. Sighing to herself the woman thought of the various locations outside that the youngest Prince frequented.
She wondered if he had managed to escape the castle grounds.
He had tried in the past to do that, she was told. The Queen loved to tell stories of her sons to Risey. It was a little awkward knowing almost the entire life story of someone that she was supposed to be gathering information from.
With a heavy sigh Jan pushed himself from the stable wall. He didn't want to meet with his parents and brother at the moment but he was sure that either Risey or another servant or even a guard, would be coming to look for him soon. Jan's horse, a gift from one of the many nobles that wished to stay in the good graces of his father, had fallen ill a few days before and he had been worried but now the horse seemed fine and there was no reason for him to stay any longer within the slightly smelly stables.
He wondered if his uncle had arrived yet. He had heard that his uncle was bringing a Galorian woman, one whose voice was enchanting. Jan had seen his fair share of the Galorian people - a few of the servants within the castle hailed from the conquered country. They came in many sizes and colors unlike the people of Nicaea. Many of his people were quite tall with both very pale hair and eyes or, rarely, with dark hair. His brother and father were the prime examples of a proper Nicaen - pale haired and quite tall. Jan looked the most like their mother and he had inherited her odd for a proper Nicaen hair color, A rich chocolate color with undertones of a warm red-brown.
Their mother was certainly a beautiful woman in her forties with the smallest of fine lines around her eyes. She was always dressed in the finest silks and beaded cloth that were drawn into elaborate dresses. He could see her clearly in his mind; her pale skin made even paler with the bright, rich colors of her dresses. Her long, thick hair piled onto her hair and her slender neck decorated with the most delicate of necklaces. Physically Jan was, as many people even the servants, a "male version" of his mother...now personality wise they were quite different...in some ways. Both were too demanding for their own good.
His thoughts turned to his father. He could not look at his brother without conjuring an image of his father in his mind. But Sig didn't look like a perfect clone copy of their father, and Jan was thankful for that. He cared deeply about his brother, his brother was his best friend after all...it was his father that he couldn't stand. And every time Jan looked in the mirror he could not escape his father's eyes - a cold shade of amber. Jan hated his eyes for they were a constant reminder of the man he hated.
Jan after some thinking had come to the understanding that he hated his own father. He understood that his father had the best intentions for their people but Jan could not see past the fact that every man, woman and child that possessed even an ounce of magic, no matter how useless, was a tool to his father...they were nothing more than a mere possession that could be replaced quite easily. They were toys that he would tire of soon. Jan knew the dark secret that his father had hid away from his Queen and his heir.
The youngest Prince was a warrior for his father and had seen his fair share of what a prince, or anyone for that matter, should not have seen. Jan was a triumph card for his father - able to bring the dead back to life and raise an immortal army, the youngest Prince was quite important. There were few other necromancers; it was a dark gift that was almost as rare as that of the mind mages that his father hoarded like a dragon with a stash of jewels. It was also a very dark art that carried many consequences. From an early age he was always able to hear the voices calling to him. His mother had worried that her son was not right in the head but she had been reassured that it was quite normal for necromancers to often have more than just the ability to bring the dead back. Seeing and often hearing the long gone were the downfall of his gift. As the years grew longer for the Prince, the volume of the voices increased as well.
Many necromancers often killed themselves in order to escape the torture of the voices and visions.
However, Jan was not like that. He was too stubborn and to prideful that he had lived to be the second oldest necromancer - the first had him beat by six years. Jan learned that it was better to listen to the voices rather than to try and shut them out for that only made them grow louder.
It was not long after leaving the stable that Jan heard the voice of a child, one that was living flesh and blood.
"Elys!" He called, seeing the short child as a few servants rushed past them to attend to their luggage.
Jan rushed forward to greet them but a sudden weight on his back sent him face down on the cobblestones that paved the way to the castle.
"Ugh." He groaned as the weight was lifted off of his back. Looking up at the source of the unexpected weight he found Risey with her arms crossed over her chest. Her foot was tapping impatiently on the cobblestones. He had never seen her in such a manner before.
"What?!" He asked, quietly thanking her after for helping him up.
'Your mother...she is still waiting.'
"She's fine. Besides look who I found!" Jan said as he gestured to his Uncle, Aunt and cousin...and the woman that stood close to the child. That must have been the Galorien woman everyone spoke about. His cheeks tinged the palest of pinks as he looked at the beautiful woman.
Risey gave an inaudible sigh before gently placing her hand on Jan's shoulder. He snapped out of his trance and turned to her sharply before looking back at his relatives. "Oh right!"
"This is Risey, mother's personal servant. She shall inform mother and father of your arrival." Jan said with a wide smile.
"I desire to spend a little time with them before mother, father and Sig decide to hoard them away!" He cried. Jan could be quite the drama king. Rolling her eyes, Risey nodded. She got away with a lot around Jan despite the fact that she was a mere servant. Well the fact was, his mother could find no other servant woman quite like Risey, who was able to handle the Queen's temper...so...it wasn't like Jan's father could decide one day to behead Risey since he would have to deal with his wife himself.
"Tell mother and Sig that I call dibs to Elys first! I have a gift for her." Jan said with a wide smile, "Her birthday was not long ago...It is a shame that we missed it."
Risey remembered what Jan was talking about. His dear little cousin was quite dear to both of the Princes and it had been amusing to see Jan so...un-Jan like after missing her birthday.
'Any more orders, my Prince?'
Jan shook his head no before saying a small goodbye to Risey before she hurried off to tell of the news.
"Can you believe Uncle, that mother actually found someone that she wouldn't run away with her attitude?" Jan joked.
Risey hurried back into the castle with her skirt pulled to her knees. The woman had long since kicked off her simple shoes in favor of running through the castle's passageways barefoot. She was quicker without shoes and after a good fifteen minute run, she had arrived at the royal apartments.
Taking one of the small passageways, Risey knocked on the wall before pushing the hidden door open.
The Queen greeted her warmly but the King was another matter entirely. He gave her a cold glare, as if she were a bug and he was a cat contemplating to hunt her.
"What is it Risey?" The Queen asked, as she rose from her seat. The Queen was dressed in a simple dark blue dress that was embroidered with silver threaded moon flowers. They were the Queen's favorite flower grown in the garden. The Queen noticed the flushed color of her cheeks and how the front of her skirts were rumpled from being gripped.
"Did somebody try to rape you!!" The Queen lacked a filter and often the first thing she thought came out.
Risey became mortified as she shook her head no.
The Queen gave an audible sigh of relief. "What is it then?"
"Lord Cassius...has arrived." Risey said as loud as she could. The Queen's eyes lit up and she made a move towards the door but Risey stopped her with a gentle hand on the Queen's arm. "Jan wishes to give your niece her late birthday present before you arrive."
The Queen nodded but she bore a deep frown on her face.
She looked back to her husband and eldest son before turning back to face her servant. "Let us fix your skirts...I thought that something had happened to you!"
Risey ducked her head and mouthed an 'I'm sorry' to the Queen. Like Jan, the Queen was skilled with reading the mouths of others.
"It is fine Risey. Now tell me where has Jan been this entire time? We needed to discuss his brother's wedding and --"
"That is enough Eleanora!" The King rumbled as he stood from his seat. "A servant has no place in those kinds of discussions." He took his time in leaving the room. He had grown quite angry with his wife over their conversation with their son and it was a servant that he vented a bit of his anger on.
"Come Risey, let us go and greet them." The Queen said before turning to her son.
"Sighart," She was the only one to address him as such, "Do you wish to join us?"
Her cheeks tinged pink at his words. It was true...the Queen was a woman that was be hard to handle but Risey had always been good at taming those that did not wish to be tamed. She remained quiet as they approached the doors to the royal apartments. The servant was familiar with the rooms inhabited by all the royals. It was her job as a servant to know the locations and such - especially when the Queen lost something. She would send Risey to the most ridiculous locations to find it. Once she had sent the woman on a small adventure to find a corset that the Queen claimed was in Jan's room. What would the Queen's clothing be doing in her son's chambers? Risey looked in Jan's room for a solid hour before being informed that the Queen had found her corset laying under the thick dress she was to wear for the day.
The woman smiled to herself as she walked down the hallway before disappearing into one of the hidden passageways. She wouldn't need to stay and listen to the conversation between the Prince and his parents; she had already planted what she needed to get the information within the chambers of the chambers of the royals and around other major points of interest. Moths - the unsuspecting creatures of the night had been her way of gathering information.
Next on her list was to find Jan again, as he had claimed he would be with the Queen. She knew that he wasn’t there. He was likely wasting his time doing something - he never liked to stay in the castle itself for long. Sighing to herself the woman thought of the various locations outside that the youngest Prince frequented.
She wondered if he had managed to escape the castle grounds.
He had tried in the past to do that, she was told. The Queen loved to tell stories of her sons to Risey. It was a little awkward knowing almost the entire life story of someone that she was supposed to be gathering information from.
With a heavy sigh Jan pushed himself from the stable wall. He didn't want to meet with his parents and brother at the moment but he was sure that either Risey or another servant or even a guard, would be coming to look for him soon. Jan's horse, a gift from one of the many nobles that wished to stay in the good graces of his father, had fallen ill a few days before and he had been worried but now the horse seemed fine and there was no reason for him to stay any longer within the slightly smelly stables.
He wondered if his uncle had arrived yet. He had heard that his uncle was bringing a Galorian woman, one whose voice was enchanting. Jan had seen his fair share of the Galorian people - a few of the servants within the castle hailed from the conquered country. They came in many sizes and colors unlike the people of Nicaea. Many of his people were quite tall with both very pale hair and eyes or, rarely, with dark hair. His brother and father were the prime examples of a proper Nicaen - pale haired and quite tall. Jan looked the most like their mother and he had inherited her odd for a proper Nicaen hair color, A rich chocolate color with undertones of a warm red-brown.
Their mother was certainly a beautiful woman in her forties with the smallest of fine lines around her eyes. She was always dressed in the finest silks and beaded cloth that were drawn into elaborate dresses. He could see her clearly in his mind; her pale skin made even paler with the bright, rich colors of her dresses. Her long, thick hair piled onto her hair and her slender neck decorated with the most delicate of necklaces. Physically Jan was, as many people even the servants, a "male version" of his mother...now personality wise they were quite different...in some ways. Both were too demanding for their own good.
His thoughts turned to his father. He could not look at his brother without conjuring an image of his father in his mind. But Sig didn't look like a perfect clone copy of their father, and Jan was thankful for that. He cared deeply about his brother, his brother was his best friend after all...it was his father that he couldn't stand. And every time Jan looked in the mirror he could not escape his father's eyes - a cold shade of amber. Jan hated his eyes for they were a constant reminder of the man he hated.
Jan after some thinking had come to the understanding that he hated his own father. He understood that his father had the best intentions for their people but Jan could not see past the fact that every man, woman and child that possessed even an ounce of magic, no matter how useless, was a tool to his father...they were nothing more than a mere possession that could be replaced quite easily. They were toys that he would tire of soon. Jan knew the dark secret that his father had hid away from his Queen and his heir.
The youngest Prince was a warrior for his father and had seen his fair share of what a prince, or anyone for that matter, should not have seen. Jan was a triumph card for his father - able to bring the dead back to life and raise an immortal army, the youngest Prince was quite important. There were few other necromancers; it was a dark gift that was almost as rare as that of the mind mages that his father hoarded like a dragon with a stash of jewels. It was also a very dark art that carried many consequences. From an early age he was always able to hear the voices calling to him. His mother had worried that her son was not right in the head but she had been reassured that it was quite normal for necromancers to often have more than just the ability to bring the dead back. Seeing and often hearing the long gone were the downfall of his gift. As the years grew longer for the Prince, the volume of the voices increased as well.
Many necromancers often killed themselves in order to escape the torture of the voices and visions.
However, Jan was not like that. He was too stubborn and to prideful that he had lived to be the second oldest necromancer - the first had him beat by six years. Jan learned that it was better to listen to the voices rather than to try and shut them out for that only made them grow louder.
It was not long after leaving the stable that Jan heard the voice of a child, one that was living flesh and blood.
"Elys!" He called, seeing the short child as a few servants rushed past them to attend to their luggage.
Jan rushed forward to greet them but a sudden weight on his back sent him face down on the cobblestones that paved the way to the castle.
"Ugh." He groaned as the weight was lifted off of his back. Looking up at the source of the unexpected weight he found Risey with her arms crossed over her chest. Her foot was tapping impatiently on the cobblestones. He had never seen her in such a manner before.
"What?!" He asked, quietly thanking her after for helping him up.
'Your mother...she is still waiting.'
"She's fine. Besides look who I found!" Jan said as he gestured to his Uncle, Aunt and cousin...and the woman that stood close to the child. That must have been the Galorien woman everyone spoke about. His cheeks tinged the palest of pinks as he looked at the beautiful woman.
Risey gave an inaudible sigh before gently placing her hand on Jan's shoulder. He snapped out of his trance and turned to her sharply before looking back at his relatives. "Oh right!"
"This is Risey, mother's personal servant. She shall inform mother and father of your arrival." Jan said with a wide smile.
"I desire to spend a little time with them before mother, father and Sig decide to hoard them away!" He cried. Jan could be quite the drama king. Rolling her eyes, Risey nodded. She got away with a lot around Jan despite the fact that she was a mere servant. Well the fact was, his mother could find no other servant woman quite like Risey, who was able to handle the Queen's temper...so...it wasn't like Jan's father could decide one day to behead Risey since he would have to deal with his wife himself.
"Tell mother and Sig that I call dibs to Elys first! I have a gift for her." Jan said with a wide smile, "Her birthday was not long ago...It is a shame that we missed it."
Risey remembered what Jan was talking about. His dear little cousin was quite dear to both of the Princes and it had been amusing to see Jan so...un-Jan like after missing her birthday.
'Any more orders, my Prince?'
Jan shook his head no before saying a small goodbye to Risey before she hurried off to tell of the news.
"Can you believe Uncle, that mother actually found someone that she wouldn't run away with her attitude?" Jan joked.
Risey hurried back into the castle with her skirt pulled to her knees. The woman had long since kicked off her simple shoes in favor of running through the castle's passageways barefoot. She was quicker without shoes and after a good fifteen minute run, she had arrived at the royal apartments.
Taking one of the small passageways, Risey knocked on the wall before pushing the hidden door open.
The Queen greeted her warmly but the King was another matter entirely. He gave her a cold glare, as if she were a bug and he was a cat contemplating to hunt her.
"What is it Risey?" The Queen asked, as she rose from her seat. The Queen was dressed in a simple dark blue dress that was embroidered with silver threaded moon flowers. They were the Queen's favorite flower grown in the garden. The Queen noticed the flushed color of her cheeks and how the front of her skirts were rumpled from being gripped.
"Did somebody try to rape you!!" The Queen lacked a filter and often the first thing she thought came out.
Risey became mortified as she shook her head no.
The Queen gave an audible sigh of relief. "What is it then?"
"Lord Cassius...has arrived." Risey said as loud as she could. The Queen's eyes lit up and she made a move towards the door but Risey stopped her with a gentle hand on the Queen's arm. "Jan wishes to give your niece her late birthday present before you arrive."
The Queen nodded but she bore a deep frown on her face.
She looked back to her husband and eldest son before turning back to face her servant. "Let us fix your skirts...I thought that something had happened to you!"
Risey ducked her head and mouthed an 'I'm sorry' to the Queen. Like Jan, the Queen was skilled with reading the mouths of others.
"It is fine Risey. Now tell me where has Jan been this entire time? We needed to discuss his brother's wedding and --"
"That is enough Eleanora!" The King rumbled as he stood from his seat. "A servant has no place in those kinds of discussions." He took his time in leaving the room. He had grown quite angry with his wife over their conversation with their son and it was a servant that he vented a bit of his anger on.
"Come Risey, let us go and greet them." The Queen said before turning to her son.
"Sighart," She was the only one to address him as such, "Do you wish to join us?"
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Outside of the castle, perched upon a section of rocky cliff, sat the youngest Prince Jan. He did not like the confining walls of the castle nor did he like many of the people, save for the servants, that dwelled within. Looking out across the horizon the Prince sighed heavily. His brother was to be married soon and with preparations for the ball being made two weeks in advance, Jan was left to do as he pleased. His father had more pressing matters to attend to anyways. Soft footsteps approached him from behind. Turning slightly to see who approached him from behind was his mother's servant woman Risey.
Jan talked to the woman and she listened intently often. She didn't question him nor did she scold him for talking so badly about his father. That's right - the youngest son despised his father, who seen Jan as nothing more than a tool. Understandably his older brother would inherit the throne, it was rightfully his after all, but Jan was regulated into the tool category for his father, despite having a high rank. Jan was resentful that he had been born with magic...dark magic. Even among the magic users he was avoided due to his necromancy. Often he felt like he was cursed by the gods with this gift, as many called it.
The woman, as far as he understood, had been injured years ago and had become mute, well not entirely mute. She had talked a handful of times within her year at the castle. Jan had been told of the house fire that took the life of a lesser Lord and his wife. Their children had been spared thanks to a few of their servants. Risey had been the servant of the Lord and Lady before their untimely deaths. The one responsible had been captured and hanged for his crime. "Hello Risey." He said before looking back over the city below. As expected she had remained quiet but it surprised Jan when she touched his shoulder and sat down next to him.
Her plain olive colored dress was smoothed out before she turned her head to look at him. A small smile formed on her pale lips as she looked at him. Risey was quite average in the terms of looks...except for her eyes. They expressed what her voice could not. Her thick raven colored hair adorned with brass beads was left free flowing and the Prince reached over and plucked a lock between his fingers. "My mother often laments that she is unable to figure out how you get your hair like this," he said with a small smirk on his lips, "I had almost convinced her that you apply a mixture of cow’s milk and horse shit on it at night."
Risey appeared to be laughing and he briefly wondered what she sounded like when she could talk.
Jan was free to be his true self around the servants, Risey in particular.
The woman covered her mouth with her hand before turning back to the Prince. He was able to read lips quite well and they had developed a small way of communicating with one another. 'Your mother wishes to see you...And your brother.' She said, although no sound came out.
Jan sighed heavily, "Really? She couldn't fetch him herself?" It wasn't that he disliked his brother...it was just that well they were treated very differently.
"Has our dear little cousin arrived yet?"
Risey shrugged as she stood to her feet and brushed the back of her dress off. 'I've been looking for you so there is a possibility.'
Jan nodded and took her hand when she offered it to him. "Fine let us go and find my brother...or well, you can. I have something to check really quick! Bye!"
If Risey could have talked he was sure that she would have cursed him. Chuckling lightly to himself, Jan went to the stables to check on his favorite horse.
Risey scowled as she made her way into the castle, using a series of small passages that were provided to keep the servants out of the views of the nobles. When she finally reached the last place she remembered the Crown Prince was last in, the woman opened the secret door that blended into the wall. Quietly stepping inside of the room she waited a few moments for them to finish their conversation before she knocked lightly on the wall since she couldn't really get the attention of the two men through other means.
"Y-Your mother...Wishes…to…see you." Risey said softly, her voice was barely a whisper. She had retained some of her ability to vocalize but she preferred to stay quiet most of the time.
Jan talked to the woman and she listened intently often. She didn't question him nor did she scold him for talking so badly about his father. That's right - the youngest son despised his father, who seen Jan as nothing more than a tool. Understandably his older brother would inherit the throne, it was rightfully his after all, but Jan was regulated into the tool category for his father, despite having a high rank. Jan was resentful that he had been born with magic...dark magic. Even among the magic users he was avoided due to his necromancy. Often he felt like he was cursed by the gods with this gift, as many called it.
The woman, as far as he understood, had been injured years ago and had become mute, well not entirely mute. She had talked a handful of times within her year at the castle. Jan had been told of the house fire that took the life of a lesser Lord and his wife. Their children had been spared thanks to a few of their servants. Risey had been the servant of the Lord and Lady before their untimely deaths. The one responsible had been captured and hanged for his crime. "Hello Risey." He said before looking back over the city below. As expected she had remained quiet but it surprised Jan when she touched his shoulder and sat down next to him.
Her plain olive colored dress was smoothed out before she turned her head to look at him. A small smile formed on her pale lips as she looked at him. Risey was quite average in the terms of looks...except for her eyes. They expressed what her voice could not. Her thick raven colored hair adorned with brass beads was left free flowing and the Prince reached over and plucked a lock between his fingers. "My mother often laments that she is unable to figure out how you get your hair like this," he said with a small smirk on his lips, "I had almost convinced her that you apply a mixture of cow’s milk and horse shit on it at night."
Risey appeared to be laughing and he briefly wondered what she sounded like when she could talk.
Jan was free to be his true self around the servants, Risey in particular.
The woman covered her mouth with her hand before turning back to the Prince. He was able to read lips quite well and they had developed a small way of communicating with one another. 'Your mother wishes to see you...And your brother.' She said, although no sound came out.
Jan sighed heavily, "Really? She couldn't fetch him herself?" It wasn't that he disliked his brother...it was just that well they were treated very differently.
"Has our dear little cousin arrived yet?"
Risey shrugged as she stood to her feet and brushed the back of her dress off. 'I've been looking for you so there is a possibility.'
Jan nodded and took her hand when she offered it to him. "Fine let us go and find my brother...or well, you can. I have something to check really quick! Bye!"
If Risey could have talked he was sure that she would have cursed him. Chuckling lightly to himself, Jan went to the stables to check on his favorite horse.
Risey scowled as she made her way into the castle, using a series of small passages that were provided to keep the servants out of the views of the nobles. When she finally reached the last place she remembered the Crown Prince was last in, the woman opened the secret door that blended into the wall. Quietly stepping inside of the room she waited a few moments for them to finish their conversation before she knocked lightly on the wall since she couldn't really get the attention of the two men through other means.
"Y-Your mother...Wishes…to…see you." Risey said softly, her voice was barely a whisper. She had retained some of her ability to vocalize but she preferred to stay quiet most of the time.
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