The sound of leather boots stilled the laughter from the servants as a man walked into the room. He was only of average height but walked like a dangerous panther. The servants knew who he was but only from glimpses. One of the new lords they believed though the shirt laced loosely and the black pants would not have seemed out of place being worn by any of them. For a Lord he didn't act and dress as wealthy and arrogant.<br/><br/>He stopped by the table where the tray of food had been put. His blue eyes took it in while he gave a strong sniff. "Smells mighty good. She didn't eat huh?" He asked, his voice soft. Several heads shook no. "Who served this and cooked this?"<br/><br/>A little hesitant an older woman and a younger girl stepped forward. He gave a nod. "Take the tray and come with me."<br/><br/>When they left the servants gossiped some more sine they had had only glimpses of the five new lords of the castle. He took them upstairs and had the guard open the room of the former lady of the castle.<br/><br/>He walked into the room and looked around. Functional furniture was only allowed. The light from the fireplace gave his blond hair a touch of lighter and darker shades. With his hand he waved the servants to place the tray on the table again and then to stand.<br/><br/>"I am Lord Jason. When I enter a room you will stand." He stared at Lady Skylark. "These good people fixed you something to eat. You will bow before them and ask their forgiveness for having not eaten what they made for you." There was authority in his voice, tinged with anger. Both servants exchanged looks at the command being made.