After a scolding from his father, Prince James lazily arrived to a mass room at the end of the entry hall. What looked to be a theatre, but lined with two individual chairs. "Princess Madison of Canterbury!" Suddenly a woman strode out onto the stage, her blond hair lined to her waist. James sat there, now crossing his arms. Words parting from her lips. "My kingdom is extensive, and with hope that we might unite in harmony to gather more wealth, and decrease the vagabonds amongst our gathered land." The king shrilled in his seat. "Oo! I like that one. She's a doll isn't she?" James looked over to his father apathetically. "Then marry her yourself." His father scoffed, slapping James across the face, Madison maintaining stature. "Miss Madison, you will be taken into consideration. Thank you for your time." Several suitors later, James was barely awake, his head nodding off to the sound of a foreign woman, with an indistinguishable accent. "Father - for god sake's i'm not marrying someone I can't understand!" Turning to him, his father looked as if he'd lost all hope. "We need to talk privately. I have a better idea for you my son." With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the ladies, some peeved with missed opportunities.
Walking back to Jame's room together, his father's voice became sentimental. "Ever since your mother died, you've changed. I can understand why, but having a wife is essential to trades in other lands, and the opportunities for the people that you will rule one day. She will be that pleasant face that brings people hope, and joy. It keeps everything in order, and I figure what might be best for you, is two steps forward instead of backward. Forget the suitors. We can have them wait, I am going to get you - a servant!" Puzzled, James looked intrigued by the words. "Someone to constantly aid you at your beck and call. Perhaps, it could lighten your mood, and give you some insight to actually ordering individuals to do your bidding, so you have more insentive to step into my position once I pass." James nodded hesitantly, letting out a sigh. "Alright, i'll.. give it a week, but that's it. I can't have some jester following me around for longer." His father once more did a happy dance, hurrying out of the room, shouting to another person to demand one.
The sun broke past his windows, gleaming into Jame's face. He groaned, turning only to see his father standing above him. "Get dressed, they're here." James grabbed his covers, shielding his face. "In an hour!" The king clutched his covers, ripping them off - aggressively grabbing his wrist, dragging his entire bodyweight out of bed. "You need this!" James winced in pain, wriggling around for the safety of his wrist. "I don't need a servant! I need my wrist to function though! I'll be there, just don't break your son before he gets to meet them." His father loosened his grip, with a smile from ear to ear. "Thank you." Waltzing out of the room.
Groaning while running a hand through his hair, James sauntered down the stairs only to see a - boy in tattered rags. James made a face of disgust. "Father I thought you were going to bring me.." His voice trailed off, realizing who this individual was. He offered his hand, "Calvin, your servant." his father racing in. "Ah! You've met!" Sheer horror filled James face. "I thought you were going to have a.." He repeated himself. Calvin intervened. "A girl?" The king broke into laughter. "You mean like your suitors? Oh please! Those are for looking at, your servant is simply to do your bidding. Half the time he won't be around you."
