The Happenings of the Castle Tempest that lead to the Birth of Celeres Tempest, Son of Garvan and Lady Yvaine. ... And all the trouble that happened Afterwards. The castle was in most ways very normal, there was the usual hidden passages and a large dungeon that was probably full of unsavory people. Rough gray stone built to stand the test of time and it did because it was still standing and had been standing and would stand for another thousand years. The Kingdom itself was well sized, not too big nor too small but it occupied a prime bit of coast and plains and was wealthy enough to be envied by other Kingdoms. There had been peace though for at the most twenty five summers, the King knew because he counted every year and every line on his face and every new gray hair that appeared. He knew because he counted every mile stone in a certain boy's life and because he watched the boy's Mother age like he did. The brother of the King was Garvan and the King was Eligius and the King was the eldest but he never married while Garvan did marry. Gavan married a lovely woman who he adored and who adored him. They were happy and once she was pregnant they were even happier but it wasn't meant to be. The pregnancy was false and now with a crib in the room it was a constant reminder of what they couldn't have. They tried and tried and prayed and begged and pleaded with all the gods and Garvan went to war over and over again trying to make himself into the sort of person the gods would smile on, take pity on and give him a son. Garvan finally decided to go to his brother, Eligius the King and beg and plead that he lay with his Wife. The King didn't agree at first but after months of pressure and war looming on the horizon and Garvan having to leave again the King agreed and he laid with Garvan's Lady. Garvan went off to war, not knowing his Wife was pregnant with his brother's child but hoping she was. He didn't come home from the battle and he never received the message that told of his Lady Wife bringing forth his son into the world. Celeres was brought into the world with all the usual ways and was raised with all the usual things befitting the King's Nephew. At least until someone commented that the King doted on the boy like he was his very own son when Cel was five years of age. From then on the King treated Cel kindly but coldly, he didn't show him the love or attention previously as he was trying to keep his Brother's Memory and the Lady's honor pure. *** It was a usual day in the Kingdom and Celeres was up with the sunrise. It peaked over the high mountains to the East and cast the kingdom in it's golden glows and made the dark stone of the castle gleam with the dew the night had left on it. For Celeres it was the most beautiful time of the day. People were rising and the noise had just started but hadn't hit their peak yet. Preparations for the day when it was full of mystery and promise and not things like Court and manners and bowing, oh the bowing! Celeres could look out the window and watch the sun rise into the heavens and for a little while he could, he thought to himself, himself. He stroked his neatly cut little beard and in the wavy and pitted mirror that he refused to let them replace, he'd shave. Not too much, not too little. He was rather dashing. Or he would be if only he could rid of those freckles! With wavy hair the darkest brown and then the freckles, as far as Celeres was concerned it was no wonder the ladies didn't care for him. He was average and ordinary. Of all things for a potential Prince to be! Not that Celeres was very interested in that either, mind you. No. Celeres much preferred hawking and hunting and riding and he liked the art of combat though he knew that perhaps he wasn't the best. He got special favors, being the heir apparent and every day that went by Celeres wished the King would take a Wife and produce a Male child! Anyone but him! Then perhaps his teachers would stop not trying to hit, then his teachers would treat him like a person and stop being afraid of training him. It wasn't like the King even really cared. At least there was a jousting Tourny that day, Celeres could go watch. Perhaps, just perhaps he could convince a certain Fair Lady to go with him. With that thought in mind, even the onset of the day and the end of the morning had the Prince excited. He dressed in usual attire, a fine linen shirt and a leather vest and the cotton trousers he preferred and scuffed pair of knee high brown boots that matched his vest and he was off. Up and away before anyone could get a hold of him. He'd been getting better at it over the years; the art of the clean getaway. One apple (stolen from the kitchen!) in his mouth and one rose (stolen from the King's gardens!) in his hands and a purse full of coin (his own, surprisingly enough), Celeres was off to make a social visit.