Blue Blood

Wake Up Call

By the time I reached my room the servants had just started to wake, they have a lot of work to do today because of the ceremony later. I just hope Rody's ready, he was never very good at ceremonies but I'll stay close and help him make less of a fool out of himself. Hopefully.

I reach into my wardrobe and grab some polish and a rag and wipe down the amor as I hum to myself. Once I can see myself in the reflection I start putting it on.

Whenever I put on the armor I feel 10x stronger, like I could wrestle a mountain and win.

I tighten everything in place and examine myself in the mirror. Everything in place as it should be. The armor shines with such blue brilliance I can't help but smirk a bit.

I straighten out my hair one more time and stroll off to clean the horses.

As soon as I exit the room, A serving girls greets me, bowing politely, "O-oh my! Go-good morning Magnus!"

She's almost a foot shorter than me but I'm quite tall for my age. A strand of pink hair falls in front of her face and she quickly sweeps it behind her ear looking down. Her face is flushed a light pink and a smile never leaves her face.

"Good morning milady." I acknowledge bowing slightly.

She smiles a sloppy smile and walks away sighing with droopy eyes. Hmm, weird; I never understood women, always sighing and blushing but what business is it mine?

I walk across the courtyard quietly admiring the grey clouds and small rays of light shining threw.

I have always loved rain; It's gentle dance on the window or it's murderous attack against the rafters, I love it all. It has the power to soothe and calm or horrify and destroy.

I make my way to the stables as the stable boys greet me quietly, their eyes never meeting mine. One of them shakes a bit, must be a chilly morning; I never noticed.

I step into Edima's stable and she bumps me gently. "Good morning malady." I coo trying to calm her excitement. I brush and pet her gently, the movements therapeutic. I continue until her brown coat is shiny and soft.

"U-uh sir-cough!-sir u-um Magnus, sir?" I peer over my shoulder at the blonde haired stable boy shaking like a sapling behind me.

"Hm?"

"Uh um the-the fe-feed for Ed-Edima sir."

I take a step towards him and the bucket falls out of his trembling hands. He scrambles to the floor trying to fix it as Edima tries to get breakfast early.

"Oh gods! I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry sir, I'm a fool, a-a damned cur! Please sir I-I didn't mean to-"

I reach down to help him and he flinches and raises his hands shaking and weeping.

"What has gotten into you man? It's just some feed, no harm."

I sweep the rest of the feed into the bucket and gently nudge Edima out of the way and set up her feed which she greedily digs into.

I pick him up by his arm and he practically turns to jello, babbling out apologize I think. What has gotten into him?

Over his weeping I hear yelling down the corridor as some horses get spooked.

"What the fuck is this shit!? I told you to clean his mane,"

I leave the pen and the sobbing man to see one of the boarder guards pushing a stable boys face into a red stallions mane.

"Does that look fucking clean to you peasant!?"

The poor boy balls out no's and apologize as the guard throws him to the dirty stable floor.

I step out into the middle of the hall and make my way over fuming, though I try my best to appear calm. This will not stand.

The other guards see it's me, whisper and start to walk away.

"Halt!"

My loud voice scares the stable boy on the ground. The other guards ignore me and keep walking, throwing up a middle finger as they go. There's practically steam coming out my ears but helping this boy is more important at the moment.

I offer the man on the ground a hand but he's to scared to take it. I'll have to have a word with the king about the treatment of our personal. It can't be helped so I return to Edima's pen.

When I reach Edima's pen, the blonde stable boy is gone. I don't dwell on it and move on with my day though my stomach continues to turn.

After Edima is cleaned and fed I clean my armor again and go to get breakfast.

The servants are supposed to bring me my food but I asked them not to. I'm perfectly capable of getting myself and Rody breakfast though I do appreciate that they cook it so I don't have to.

I open the kitchen doors and the chefs greet me kindly. I eat my breakfast silently, 3 eggs, 6 sausage links, 3 glasses of milk and 2 cups of black coffee, then bring Rody breakfast down the hall, 2 sunny side eggs, lightly toasted bread with strawberry jam, a fresh orange, one cup of cold milk and one cup of warm tea with honey and cream every Sunday at 2 past sunrise.

I stand outside his door and gently knock. No answer of course. I step inside and he's still sound asleep halfway off the bed.

I set the tray with his food down and stand at the side of his bed.

"Rody it's time to get up."

No response.

"Rody get up." I push him softly.

He plays dead.

I sigh and saunter to the window and hold the curtains.

"I didn't want to have to do this but,"

I yank the the curtains open and the room floods with light. Rody screeches and falls to the floor with a loud thump.

"Wake the fuck up Rody! I don't have time for your bullshit! . . . Did that work?"

Rody groans weakly.

"Haaaaaa yeah that works. Sigh thanks buddy." He says smiling tiredly at me. His smile is contagious and I feel the corner of my mouth perk up a bit.

I walk to the other window and open it as well. I look to Rody, His bright red hair seems to have its own gravitational pull and pillow marks dot his face. At least he slept well.

"Though I do like waking you up with the natural lighting, is it really necessary to shout that?" I ask stepping over an article of clothing on the floor. It was white at one point in time, but now it's covered in black spots, most likely mold.

He yawns and crawls back on his bed like a baby bird reaching its nest and sips his tea. He spills on the bed and I hold back a groan and wince.

"And do you have to always sleep with only undergarments on?" I ask handing him a silver spoon.

"Oh come on you know you like it." He teases taking a bite of his toast.

I sigh and shake my head but I can feel my face flush with warmth. Luckily he's too tired and hungry to notice. Or maybe it's just because he's as dense as cheese.

I decide to clean up his room as he finishes eating. Today is going to be a great day.