Mentioning Lord Pietro & Princess Helena directly, Vague mentions include King Rafe, Crown Prince Riddick, Lord Annar, Lord Ciardair, Lord Adrian, Lord Barnaby, Lord Virgil, Lord Clyde [NPC] , Lord Griffith [NPC], Lord Cassius [NPC], Princess Angelique [NPC], Princess Selene, Princess Adalyn, Princess Lucille, Lady Ainnir, Exiled Lord Rhydderch
Spring, 765 of the New Age
Word Count: 1,753 (+2 Magic)
Phobos rose far earlier than he normally would have. Far before the sun had risen, at the darkest hours of the night, Phobos shook himself awake in the nearly sightless darkness that his glade was covered in. Thankfully, though, the fireflies were still out and twinkling about to give enough light to see by. Phobos adorned his fancier decorations and looped his bags around his shoulders, filling the pouches with things he would trade. Meaningless trinkets to him and a few clippings from his herb supplies that would be good for trading.
On silent hooves he stepped out of his small glade on the offset of his lord's, placing the few branches back in their places so the entrance was mostly concealed. Phobos checked himself over to ensure he was in a stately composure before swiftly going about his morning chores on silent hooves. His magic seeped out to liven the grass as he would do every morning before his lord awoke to ensure he ate the best. He drifted his magic to the flowers so that their nightly slumber was over. Finally he woke the servants for their morning chores, rousing them easily and inspecting their glade to ensure it was top-notch.
At long last, when his morning chores were through, the sun was rising enough to begin the side tasks that Lord Pietro had assigned him. He turned to the servants who were still trying to gather their bearings from the wake-up call. Phobos snorted in disdain, "I will be out today. Ensure all the chores are done by the time I get back.
" The underlying 'Or there will be hell to pay' was clear in his curt voice. The servants all balked a bit. Phobos turned abruptly and walked with purpose from Lord Pietro's glades.
His head was held just low enough to still be begrudgingly considered a servant's proper holding but it was certainly higher than any servant dared hold themselves. Phobos' strides were awkward but proud, his ankle troubling him if he placed it a certain way. A faint lopsided smirk darkened his features and captured the shadows of the night in his eyes. A surge of joy was in his gut as if he'd just taken a strong drink of nectar. Fear was an intoxicating drink to Phobos and he feasted on it like a King every day between the servants and the common-borns he interacted with. Of course Lord Pietro didn't fear him and Phobos was fine with that. Most other royals, however, tended to at least be skeptical of his presence.
Glenmore knew the trial that had taken place five years before. They remembered the trial of the murder-maddened Lord. They remembered the trial's unearthing of the deaths of multiple others, the murders of young strong colts of families who had wronged him. It was a stain on Glenmore's pristine royalty and it was one none of them would forget for decades to come. In their memory, however, it tended to paint a ruefully claimed fear of Phobos. A fear that none openly spoke about but shown true in the eyes of most sensible stags and hinds. Phobos never gave them reason to put words to those fears, nor would he. However if there was one thing his idiot of a father had ever managed to teach him it was that fear was a wonderful ally, a horrible enemy, and a respected friend.
Phobos spent the entire day scoping the Glenwood, trading a few items for information or for trinkets for the object of his inquiring. Receiving thrice what he paid for and leaving with a sense of euphoria from the high he felt from the fear radiating from those he spoke with. He walked back to his Lord's glade laden with gifts and knowledge that would surely please all parties involved. Personally Phobos felt as near to the term 'giddy' as he had ever come in his life. Oh how he loved being a butler. As a Lord he couldn't quite do this sort of 'involvement' with the commoners so readily. This though? This was great!
The largest perk of it all? No one dared question why he was snooping for information, if it was obvious at all since most of it simply sounded like inquiring.
Princess Helena, daughter of Lord Annar and Princess Angelique. Promised to Lord Griffith but the Lord died in the Fall of the Great Oak before the wedding could take place. Married to an older Lord Cassius, no fawn produced and three years later he died in his sleep. Described as a good princess, overly emotional, but apart from her widowed status she was a fairly good princess. No history of being rebellious, involved directly in heavy scandal, or other discrediting values.
Her family, though, was interesting. Lord Annar had sworn his fealty to his nephew, Lord Ciardair, in the Tournament of Kings. However since Rafe won the tournament and was crowned, the family had done well to adjust accordingly and keep their heads low. Rafe had been relatively kind, however, and the daughters of Annar - four princesses and a lady, were all treated in favor of laying no grievances between the families. The eldest two, Helena and Adalyn, were treated and assigned to dark lords of proper standing and were again when they were both widowed the first time. Princess Lucille, the middle daughter of the princesses, was betrothed to Lord Barnaby who was a neutral party. Princess Selene had been betrothed to Lord Adrian who was again a neutral party. Princess Selene, however, was later widowed with the murder of Adrian and was reassigned to the pale Lord Virgil.
Not even the vines Phobos listened to could distinguish why Selene was put with a pale-face for her second betrothal when her elder sisters were given grace with theirs. Phobos presumed there was a political reason behind it- likely Rafe trying to garner fealty from Virgil who had stayed neutral during the tournament. Lady Ainnir, the only note-worthy non-princess daughter out of Lord Annar, had even been taken in by the High Standing Lord Clyde and then was won by the Crown Prince, Riddick, when Lord Clyde ultimately passed to the Sky Kingdom. All the daughters had been treated fairly, the only son wasn't noteworthy just yet. He had just turned three.
Rafe had been relatively forgiving and kind to those who had stood by fealty with Lord Ciardair. The only major scandal that had occurred within the family was the Trial of Lord Rhydderch which resulted in the exile of the once proud Lord. Phobos wasn't quite sure where anyone stood on that matter since unless one outright disowned him, no one spoke very openly on the subject at all and quite frankly seemed to pretend it hadn't happened. Phobos did make note, however, of the rumor that Rhydderch had mentioned making Glenmore pay. That might not truly effect his lord in the future since Princess Helena was his niece and Rhydderch was likely to go after the crown relatives instead of a meager princess niece of his.
But it was still a possible concern so thus Phobos would be passing the information on. Phobos took a heavy sigh as he stepped back into the glade of Lord Pietro, adjusting to late afternoon sun and noting with pleasure he still had time to do his evening chores without having to make great haste. Phobos took a moment to himself to recalculate his to-do list and nodded a smidge to every thing he checked off.
He'd gotten his lord's betrothed two gifts- four beautiful blooming roses carved into a rare stone to be set around in various places through the gardens of the Glades as the princess might please them to be set. A trope to her clearly favored flower for she wore roses every day without fail and a gift in secondary for Phobos would also be asking his lord if he could quarter off a small section of the gardens, perhaps the size of a small or medium bushel, to which Phobos would attend for her demand so that she may look upon whatever flower she chose. Two gifts in one.
The second gift was a decent sized assortment of different colored beads since it was also noteworthy that the princess adored wearing beads. The beads would have otherwise been a mundane gift, but what made them special was their design. A fire-mage renegade from Silverthorne had collaborated with an earth-mage from Glenmore to make these precious beads which had tiny crude burnt designs carved into them. It was an intricate job and definitely worth the price. Something so intricate and fashion-ready would definitely appease the princess if the rumors were anything to go by.
The next on his list was obtaining the rumors, gossip, and more about the Princess and her family. As soon as his lord could spare the time of day to listen to all that Phobos had dug up, that would be checked off entirely and not partially as it currently was.
Next was speaking with Lord Annar to inform him that Lord Pietro wished to speak immediately. That would be checked off in the morrow for now it was too late and priority had set that Phobos wanted his lord walking into the conversation knowing relatively how to play the lord into whatever it was he wanted. Knowing everything there was to know about the Lord would benefit that.
Lastly was a list entirely of itself- redecorating the glade for parties to celebrate Pietro's betrothal. That
would be a headache and likely result in Phobos losing his ability to speak for how consistently he would have to shout at the servants in the glades to ensure it was all exactly as it was to be. The glades had to be perfect
otherwise his Lord's standing would go down and there would be hell to pay for all of them. Phobos nodded to himself, assured that they would get it done. His eyes spotted his lord's hide and pride filled him, leaving him in a wave of greening grass which conveniently checked off one of his afternoon chores.
With a composed gate but a gleam in his eye that was almost predatory in nature with how victorious it was, he approached his lord with a smirk on his face and a purring voice. "My Lord, do you have a moment to spare? There is much I need to inform you of.