A Noble Boy and a Stable Boy ~{Sanders Sides}~

~2~

A few hours passed, and Logan had to leave, much to Janus's' delight. Logan was just so boring. Once the Crofts were gone, Janus went over to his father.

"Hey, Daddy," he began. "I wanted to talk to you about-"

"One second, Janus, darling," Lord Adders cut him off. "I can't talk to you now, Lord Croft gave me a large amount of important paperwork to sort through. Maybe we can go through this at dinner, alright?"

Janus hesitated and nodded. "Yes, Daddy. Of course. Good luck with your work."

His father beamed at him affectionately and ruffled his sons' hair. "I'll see you at dinner, kid. Enjoy your day." And with that he left, leaving Janus alone.

Watching his father leave, Janus hesitated, before deciding to go after his mother, whom he had seen heading towards The Blue Room.

The Blue Room was named The Blue Room because of how blue it was. The walls were a light, pale blue, nearly white, and navy, velvet couches and armchairs were gathered neatly around an ebony table. The curtains were made from turquoise silk, framing the windows that stared out across his family's' lake. The Room was cool and quiet, the old ebony piano often out of use unless his parents wanted Janus to show them what he'd learnt, which wasn't very often.

His mother was perched on one of the navy armchairs, in a crimson dress. Her hair was similar to her sons', black at the roots and dark gold at the tips, her skin was a creamy brown colour, and her scarlet dress made her light green eyes stand out like pale emeralds in the sun. Her dress was well-fitting, cut low across her bust and the sleeves slipped lightly of her dark shoulders. Around her neck was a fashionable neckpiece, made of gold and jewels that you couldn't help but appreciate.

She seemed to be working, almost frustratedly, on a piece of embroidery, pricking her fingers repetitively on the needlepoint as she tried to finish a tight corner.

"Janus, darling," She said before he even had a chance to mention anything. "Can you please fetch me Hetty? I need her to help me before Lyla Mirning's' birthday next week, which we're invited to."

Janus internally sighed but nodded obediently. "Yes, Mummy. Of course." He left The Blue Room and instantly snapped his fingers at a young man, cleaning the bannister. "Hey!" He ordered loudly, getting the young man to snap to attention. "Find Hetty Brooks and tell her that Lady Adders wants her now, in The Blue Room."

"Of course, Master Adders," The man said, steeply bowing and badly hiding the impatience on his face. "Does Lady Adders need Miss Brooks now?"

"That's what I said, isn't it?" Huffed Janus impatiently. "Oh, and send Virgil Blacksky up to my room as well."

The servant glared at the floor but tried to seem calm as he nodded and obediently began to walk away.

"Not to mention, you're doing an awful job on these bannisters!" Janus shouted after him. "They're not shining yet!" And with a smirk, knowing he had abused his authority well, Janus quickly pelted up the stairs, feeling himself asserting a bit more control in his life.

He burst open the door to his room, shutting it quickly behind him. Breathing in the air of his room, Janus let out a sigh of emotion. He wasn't sure what emotion it was, but it was something. He wandered across the room, standing in front of his window and shrugging off his waistcoat. It was still too stiff, annoyingly, but it made him look amazing, so he'd wear it to dazzle guests. Besides, it made his brooch stand out very well, which was always appreciated.

Janus sighed again, with the same indeterminable emotion from before. He ruffled his hair a little and took off the brooch and untucked the shirt from his trousers, waiting for Virgil to come in. As he waited for his friend, he sat on his window sill, picking up a book that he'd left discarded and opening the window slightly to get a small breeze on his face. He didn't even have time to open the book when he heard a distant whistle from the gardens.