" Sir Arthur, Dawn is approaching." A woman spoke groggily as if the night had went far too fast. Speckles of light gleamed through the dark red curtains of the room. Morning? He gently moved the lady's thin pale arm from around his body. She was a lady of some standing, but he wasn't sure exactly what standing that might be. Maybe a high up servant?<br/>He lousily stumbled out of bed, grabbing his suit, and underwear on his way for the bathroom. The lady miraculously disappeared during his relaxing bath time. A shame really. After getting completely dressed in his usual black suit with a blue under shirt, and black pant adorned with a red trench coat just for the cold, he looked to the corner of the room. A little gift wrapped up in pretty paper, and bowed up perfectly as if his hands could create such a master piece. He had servants for that job.<br/><br/>The gift was clever. Truly a masterpiece coming from the Queen's little brother. It would not create a spectacle like most people would assume in court. Rumors say that his gift would be a key to a brothel. Others say it would be some form of humorous get back for his sister. However, his sister had gotten her gift a week in advance. There was no need to humor her with needless worries.<br/><br/>His walk through the court yard resumed with lustrous whispers of little vixens spreading more lies, and men who devised that it was best to ignore the Queen's ruckus of a little brother. Good. The less trouble that follows means the easier it will be to set this magnificent gift on a table where others would aspire to gain the king's love. Pathetic really. Earn a king's love, who truly could care less for anyone other than his queen.<br/><br/>The table in the foyer of the castle was decorated in red linen, and adorned with purple ribbons. It was sort of flashy in the way that the side of the table could shimmer a little from the morning sun. Far to early for him. Far too early. He set the nicely made gift on the table, with a little card on it saying,<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">" Dear my loving King Brother,  <br/>I hope this gift lifts a chuckle, or a little humor in your day. It's not what you would expect, or even something that the other royals would find atrocious, prior to rumors spread. My sister already got her gift. This would be the gift to go along with it.  <br/>Your Earl truly,  <br/>Arthur Savidge <br/>Happy Holiday  </span></div><br/>" Sir Arthur, " The words interrupted his thoughts as he blew out smoke from his lungs. When he turned, a woman was facing him with a pale face. So pale that it made ghosts feel real. She curtsied as his eyes fell on her. A flowing white dress, and a small wristlet adorned her. Sun-kissed hair was strewn upon her shoulders as if she had been walking miles in the wild. This was not his first encounter with the wild beast of woman. After all, he had an encounter just earlier today, except it was much prettier.<br/><br/>" Yes?"<br/><br/>" I Believe my Lady would like to discuss a meeting with you , if you would presume her time is especially rare to gain these days."<br/><br/>" Ah, Yes. I have heard the name.Please tell your lady, I will accompany her later during the day. I make no guarantee to be on time."<br/><br/>" Yes, men are typically late to such meetings. All jokes aside. Sir, have a wonderful breakfast. " The woman curtsied again before disappearing through a hallway. He made his way from the foyer of the castle to the kitchen. Chefs, and bakers alike were preparing for morning festivities. His hands couldn't help but obtain a small delicious delight before wandering back into the hallway.