~Rp now Open~
The older woman let out a small grunt as she stretched her back, a crack resounding in the spacious hall as she carried the wash in the basket on her hip. She was rather tall for a woman, hair more gray then brown and still retained some of her beauty from youth. She wore the standard brown linen dress with white apron most maids now wore.
She would really need to speak to her lord about getting the wash room moved closer to the courtyard for drying, or get more maids. The older woman frowned, scratch that last thought the lord caused enough trouble with the maids they had already. Honestly for a man with access to what equated to a personal harem he had too much free time and somehow found ways to get in trouble with the workers, young maids in particular.
Lynette sighed as she reached the large wooden door in the side of the large stone hallway and had to force it open. She would also have to talk about getting these doors greased, not all of the castles inhabitants were built like a raging bull. She had to shy away from the sun as it blazed a spot in her eyes; they really needed to move the wash room. After she got used to the intensity of the sun Lynette walked out into the courtyard and stopped.
A grassy plain set out before her, bordered by massive gray walls that towered above her, nearly fifteen feet of solid stone with watch towers at each corner. In the plain before her, trainees were put through drills, instructors shouting as someone performed a sword strike wrong and telling them to do it again. She strode through the divides in area’s as the younger men struck wooden posts, practiced with each other and learned to handle the heavy pikes and halberds.
Their heavy, steel armor worn even in the day’s heat but it seemed not to affect them in the least; it was always hot in Alb’eret. It never snowed and the coldest of times was only a slight chill that caused one to snuggle closer to their partner. Lynette passed another couple of maids as they rushed by, carrying more clothes for the wash and Lynette groaned internally. The work was never finished in the castle and she wondered how anything would get done without servants to do it.
As she passed through another gate, much easier to open then the first she smiled as the shade covered her. She preferred the garden to the court grounds, even if she could still hear them in the distance. As she walked among the beautiful flowers of purple, white, red and array of colors she felt at peace. She liked that the clothes line was out here, but it did need to be closer to the wash room so she would discuss it with the lord. Or not.
As she hung the wash up her peace was disturbed with another maid calling for her from the garden door, the sound of training becoming slightly louder. “Well, what is it?” She asked as she walked from the wash line and fixed the younger maid with a stern look.
The young maid was one of the newer ones to her job and quite pretty with long, dark hair and a pleasant figure whittled under the look. One of the few Lynette’s lord handed gotten into trouble with, yet. Lynette grimaced then eased back, she was still a bit grumpy from her back. “Come now dear, what is wrong?”
The girl composed herself quickly, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear as she stood straight. “I was told to find you by the Lord Argus and inform you that our lord,” The girls eyes sparkled as she spoke of the castle’s lord and Lynette frowned. Their seemed to be a fascination with the Lord among the younger generation, perhaps all the rumors of his skills as a warrior and piercing look bred this fascination but Lynette couldn’t understand it. He was still only human, even if he was a great warrior. “Has yet to awaken and the other nobles are getting tired of waiting for him, so would you and these are his words I repeat ma’am, ‘Roll his hide from under his current distraction.’ What ever that means, Ma’am.”
Lynette scowled, honestly after all these years one would think he would get up by himself now. “Very well, and you return to your prior duties.” Lynette’s mood was turning worse and the young maid whisked away with barely a courtesy, hair flying behind her as she scurried away. Lynette sighed as she finished hanging the wash and went to awaken her lord.
As the old maid kicked up her dress through the dark hall, slits of windows passing her as she mounted the stairs that lead to the upper level and the Lord’s chambers she was grumbling to herself. “Really, to think I would have to wake him up after all these years. One would think being a king would make him change, but here I am, still waking him up after twenty five years.”
Lynette reached the large, wooden, double doors and had to push hard to open even one, taking a refreshing breath as she walked into the darkened chamber. It was large, dark colors matching the walls with a large wardrobe of to the side, a closed balcony to the right and a large bed before her up on the wall, colored similarly. She walked up to the bed too see two figures sprawled on it, both uncovered and bare to the world. One faced down, a woman of darkly tanned skin and lustrous, raven hair who was using the others chest as a pillow, obviously content in sleep.
Lynette recognized the woman, she was another maid and this wasn’t the first time finding her here, in a similar situation. Lynette’s hand resounded quite sharply on the bared woman’s bottom, causing her to awaken quite quickly with a pained gasp and squeak. “Astrea, get dressed and to the kitchens for pot scrubbing duty now or so help me your family will be wondering where you disappeared to when its time for a family reunion!” The maid was barely back in her shift as she scrambled out of the room, rear still stinging.
Then the old maid turned to the man as he shifted position and shook her head. “Wake up, my Lord!” she said sternly, receiving nothing but a small grunt and she shook her head again. Lynette walked over to the closed balcony, the drapes blacking the sunlight that would normally be streaming in the room and she gave her lord one last chance. “Wake up, Mi’lord.” Still nothing and Lynette will admit, she enjoyed opening the blinds more then she should have.
The moment that light hit the eyelids of the man they sprung open and he quickly covered them with his hands. “Gah!” His deep voice let out, the sun burning a spot in his eyes. The lord always despised the sun, it hurt his eyes after a good sleep more then most, or so he told her. She knew it was just him over reacting. “Blast you woman, close the drapes!”
Lynette let out a little ‘hmp’. “Honestly Lawrence, you’re a King now. Get up early and I wouldn’t have to do this to get you up! The other nobles are waiting on you as well so get up!” Lynette sighed and hid a smile. “I will send up some food and you had better be up or I’ll be back with a bucket of cold water.” Lynette strode out, grumbling about back pains, leaving the newly awaken king to stumble out of bed.
He was tall, but not the tallest, with a full head of dirty blond hair that reached his shoulders in the back, his nose in the front. His blue, steel gray eyes squinted against the sun as he scratched at the beard that followed along his entire his jaw, a bit of stubble covering his cheeks, lips and throat with trimmed eyebrows. Their was no doubt that he was a warrior, his body heavy with muscle that was hard, not over bearing and a few scars covering his landscape of flesh as he pushed the balcony open, leaning against the railing as he adjusted to the light.
Lawrence had a good view of the courtyard as the new soldiers were trained, their voices reaching him now as they crashed into each other and wooden posts. On his walls, which were level with his balcony were guards patrolling, each large and decked in steel armor with a quiver and bow in hand; one noticing him and waving in response to Lawrence’s upraised arm. Then Lawrence turned his sight beyond his walls, the city sprawling out before him in a vibrancy of color that contrasted with his stony fortress. Large wooden buildings squashed together with a bustle of people that looked like a river of rainbow colors that almost brought a smile to his lips. He could imagine the hawkers with their wares, hollering out prices and products that one just had to have.
All this peace was protected by a second wall that surrounded the whole of the city, leaving the farms outside the walls to add another level of protection for the townsfolk. The life of a city, any city was its people, so his ancestor had to make sure they were protected. The capital of Alb’eret was one of the most heavily defended cities in the land, with great gates of steel baring access to any but friends and citizens.
Speaking of the gates, Lawrence could see that a line of caravans were being led through the city, large for him to see them so clearly, and quite a few. A trade caravan was a big deal, since they were allowed across all borders to stimulate the economy of said country, a recent advancement since the Rebirth of Fire. Lawrence grimaced, to think the dragons would come back during his reign, he had some bad luck. The king blinked and stood back up, a caravan of that size meant that their would be a few merchants bringing goods for him to see in hopes to receive a large sum in return.
That meant he had to get dressed, not to mention the other nobles waiting on him. His father had been avoided by the Nobles like he was the plague yet they seemed to be unable to leave him alone. Damn nobles and their damn ranks. He turned to get dressed stopping as his eyes met the large brown eyes of a maid walking in his room with a tray of steaming food. Lawrence watched as the young maid’s eyes trailed down his body to his- “Ahem.” Lawrence faked a cough and the brown eyes met his again. “I believe my eyes are up here, miss.”
His voice came out calm and smooth, confidence flowing from him like water in a river as he leaned back on the railing; the maid’s face bright red as she quickly placed the tray on the bed and scrambled out of the room with a torrent of. “Scuse me, Mi’lord!” and “Sorry, Mi’lord!”
Lawrence raised a brow after the woman left and scratched at his beard. “What’s she sorry for, I’m the one indecent.” Lawrence shrugged, women.
The king picked up a soft roll as he passed the tray on his bed, chewing a piece as he pulled open his wardrobe, revealing the row of clothes waiting to be worn, all brightly colored and beautiful silk. Lawrence grimaced, he hated getting primped up like a Peacock, he preferred leather and armor; curse of a warrior bloodline, but the courtroom was another battlefield and one needed the proper armor for the battlefield. The courtrooms were brightly colored and more uncomfortable then sleeping on porcupines, but not by much and perish the thought of lace, what was the world coming to when a man wore lace. Honestly.
Lawrence slipped into an outfit of finely cut blue and golden silk, blue forming the body with golden trim and darker blue designs on the body that resembled his family crest, a Rhinoceros. Collar high on the side of the neck, reaching the jaw while the front was cut deep to the hollow between neck and chest, his pants matched with blue silk and golden trim that held tight to the muscle of his thighs and reached down to a pair of black boots that reached mid calf. Finishing the bread he peered at the empty space on the right of his wardrobe.
There was a pedestal with a black colored vial and a purple velvet, golden trimmed and tasseled pillow laying on it with his crown resting on the pillow. The crown was mostly simple, a hoop of gold fitted to his head with its only decoration being a beautifully crafted golden double edged sword that designated the front of the crown. The handle was adorned with a beautiful sapphire for a pommel with two finely cut rubies at the end of each hand guard. The blade itself was facing downwards, two fingers in width and the pointed end of the blade rested between his eyebrows and it was sharpened as a reminder that while king, he could still be reached with a blade.
Lawrence pulled the vial from beside the pillow and poured the liquid inside into his hands and used it to slick his hair back. It was oil that gave his hair a sheen and kept it from covering his crown. He wanted all who stood before him to have a constant reminder that he was King. He pulled his crisp, white riding gloves on before picking up the crown and placing it onto his head, the blades point nestling in between his brow and right on top of his nose.
He then returned to the cooled food on his bed and quickly inhaled it before pulling the cape onto his shoulders, made to match his outfit, and yes he had a cape for each outfit. Tightening the clasp as he strode out from his chambers, he looked up to see Lynette waiting for him, a small smile on her lips.
“Good Morning, Mi’lord.” And she curtsied deeply as Lawrence stopped before her, face showing a soft fondness for the older woman.
“Lynette, you do have a way with waking people, you know?” he said with humor on his voice, the older maid smiling back.
“Of course Mi’lord, some one must watch out for the King lest he be seen as a lazy bumpkin.” The humor reached her voice as Lawrence began walking and she fell in line.
“You know, any other king would have had you executed for that.” His voice light as he tried to keep the humor from sounding out, by the look he felt Lynette give him, he had failed. She had always seen through his acting easier then most, much easier. If he didn’t trust her completely he would have had her killed long ago. The courtroom really was a battlefield which could be won with even some one like a head maid.
“Yes, but you are not like other kings, Mi’lord.” Lynette paused for a moment then added. “Besides, who else would wash your small clothes and not cringe.”
Lawrence clicked his tongue as he made his way through the hallways. “Nobles, caravans and witty head maids. Today is already turning out a shining example of life in Alb’eret, all I need now is a prissy court wizard and I’ll have my own comedy troupe.” Lawrence placed a hand to the side of his face as made a face of mock relaxation. “Oh wait; I do have one of those.” Lawrence smiled as he looked at the maid to his side that was shaking her head.
“Don’t even start with me, besides we have arrived.” Lynette and Lawrence stopped before the large doors, the maid bowing her head quickly. “Good Luck, Mi’lord.”
Lawrence smiled shortly. “I don’t need luck Lynette, I have you.” As he pushed the door open to the candle lit room Lynette smiled to herself. Maybe she could see how the younger generation saw Lawrence in a different light.
The moment Lawrence passed between the hallway and the courtroom an aura of cold, steel confidence surrounded him. His face stone and eyes seeming more steel gray then blue as he ignored the crowd of people standing towards the center of the large room. Nobles were the weeds of the world and if possible then he would have them all clipped. Lawrence walked to his throne; it was a heavy, massive wooden thing with designs carved in and with enough gold gilded into it to make an entire golden dinner set for a family of ten and a dog dish.
Lawrence took his seat with grace, his leg crossed over his other and head resting on his fist as his heavy sight landed on the closest noble. “Why do you disturb me now.” His voice was heavy and cold, in public he was a mountain, cold, unmoving and unforgiving.
The man he was looking at was short, bald with a graying mustache and was considerably wide and not because of his body type. His nasally voice drifted out as Lawrence noticed the lace he was wearing and stopped a sigh from escaping him. Damn Lace, what man in his right mind would wear lace? The noble, Miclios he thought, was letting on a Drone about how the taxes to his lands were quite heavy and how he hadn’t had a good crop this year. Lawrence silenced the man with a stare. “Court matters can wait until my advisor arrives.”
Lawrence’s voice brokered no argument and he received none, for five minutes.
A woman this time, tall with a hawkish nose and dressed in red finery that hid her easy life style spoke up her compliant. “Will your advisor be arriving any time soon?”
Lawrence fixed her with a glare. “She’ll be here when she gets here.”
Another ten minutes passed and Lawrence nearly let his boredom show as the nobles became restless. He might just have to go on without her if she kept dragging her heels. Luckily the large double doors at the end of the hall opposite his throne were opened and he knew she was here.