The blazing orange sun had just reached the border between this side of the sky, and the other side. A beautiful silvery-haired maiden rushed through the halls of Agustria's Castle. The halls themselves were lavishly furnished with long silk velvet-red banners and large pots and centerpieces of different multi-colored flowers. Even intricate chandelier hung from above, the candles it held full ablaze despite it already being mid-day. On closer inspection, the stunningly beautiful figure was the queen of the castle, Cigyun. She wore robes that fit the title of queen, the beautiful attire cascaded down somehow naturally graceful in streams of lavender, light pink and silver. She wore golden adornments all over her beautiful porcelain skin. However, her eyes were drenched in stress and it was clear in her large frown. "Where is that son of mine?" Cigyun questioned, albeit no one was around to listen nor hear her. "Its almost time for everyone to gather for lunch and he's no where to be found. Curses!" Cigyun's tone slowly got more fast, more stressed until she finally shouted in all of her frustration. Her son had been so stressful to her lately, even though she was helping him take the throne! How inconsiderate he is she thought. "I'll just have Sir Hadrian find him..yes." Cigyun decided, calming herself with a long sigh. After all her royal guard was both a reliable guard and a reliable friend. Cigyun began her search once more, except this time she was looking for her personal guard instead of her second child. ... Fiona was standing at her balcony, looking at the sun slowly raised. The lunch was dawning and she always dreaded it. Afterall its the only meal where both bastard-children and royal children dined together. There would surely be tension Fiona knew, like it was all daily lunches. She decided to get changed for the occasion now considering how fast it was approaching. She slipped on a simple elegant black dress that cut into a slit right on her hip bone. "I wonder if Sylvar will be allowed to join in on the lunch?" Fiona thought aloud as she tied her long silvery hair into a large side-pony tail. She prepared to slip on her thigh high white boots, that proved to be quite the trouble to get in, and as she somehow got the first one on, a large knock on her door interrupted her. "Hello?" ... The king yawned loudly as he was aroused by his chamber maiden. His body was bare and next to him was a platinum blonde mistress he had just laid with the night before, she was still asleep and the king's thoughts went back to the passionate love making that had went on yesterday, only for the chamber-maiden reminded him again, "Sire, you must attend the family lunch!" The maid repeated, being careful not to make him to mad at her. After all she was a girl too. The scarlet haired man growled at the thought of it, but nonetheless got up out of the bed, leaving the blond muttering in her slumber. He strode over to his closet and slipped on the grand equally scarlet robes that he often wore to public occasions. The chamber-maiden had left the room as he changed but she quickly came back inside. "Your majesty, one of your children would like to have a word with you.." The maid informed quietly. The king looked at her with a red eyebrow raised and a confused look on his face. "Send it in." The king spoke coldly, turning back to resume changing into his royal clothes. The maid flinched at the coldness of the king to his own blood, she wondered how much he hated his children to call them its but, as she had no jurisdiction at all in the situation she turned away and went back to the front door of the King's room, opening it and bowing. "Hello my young sire." She spoke, refraining from eye contact while in her bow stance.