A puppet is attached to strings by a spider weaving the story. For sure. This was the way of life. King's lead subjects, fought wars, and claimed it was in the name of the people. Would the people be defined as puppets then? Arthur shook his head. He must have read far too many stories when he was young for these thoughts to occur in his head. An odd whistling noise rounded from one of the corners of the hallway. Sir Earl  Wylyam was making his way down the hallway. It would be seen as  odd that a Savidge prince should leave his gift on a table, and not in the hands of the king. But he was never one for waiting in lines. Plus, his dear sister needed every second to grovel with the king for hopes of a child.<br/><br/>His heart was sinking. Wylyam would certainly make some sort of backwatered comment about how lazy the prince was. He could weasel one of the chamber maids into giving the gift to the king personally.<br/><br/>A lady dressed in a rouge low cut dress was walking by without any gifts or food in hand. He waved a finger to her catching a glaring emerald eye from her. She was on a mission apparently. The lady walked over to him stomping one of her high heels in anger<span style="font-style: italic">. " My lady whatever it is you are angry about, please release it from your mind. I will give you a real treat if you carry my gift to the king for me?"</span>She tilted her head before agreeing to the four copper coins slipped into her hands. Never do anything personally.  A lesson his father taught him well. Possibly, a little too well.<br/><br/>Break-feast was slowly ticking closer. What do they say about family? There was always a member trying to stab you in the back. He heaved a sigh. Word would spread that he trickled through the chef's den. But that was typical for him. He meandered down the hallway knowing of the coming trouble.<br/><br/>His mistress would not enjoy the idea that he would be late to their rendezvous. Well, she was not his only mistress, but was apart of the select few who had a high status in court...almost as high as himself. She had been caught seen in one of the brothels once searching for him. When word reached her father...oh the blasphemy the two of them heard. So, he decided meeting in her chambers was a much better choice.<br/><br/>Wam! A cold wall greeted his face. Walls were built to get in his way.<span style="font-style: italic">" Sir, are you ok?"</span>A lady maid asked before shaking her head in disbelief at his stupidity.<br/><br/>By nearly avoiding Whylyam, he managed to snake his way all the way to the mistress's chambers. Knocking carefully on her door. " My lady, It is I, the one who bears the strings to the spider's web." It was a interesting line that she had formed as a code for the two of them. For if they were to be found out hell would break lose upon the court.