Avary woke up and got out of bed. He stretched and let loose a loud yawn. He quickly pulled on some clothing and went out for breakfast.

Vesta's red hair moved in the slight, warm breeze coming in through the castle window. She sighed and closed the dusty book she'd been attempting to get through. "I wish Alchemy wasn't so difficult," she mumbled to herself. The wizard stood, nibbling on an apple, and looked out over the courtyard.

Levi sat in the courtyard, looking at a war map. He had small figures to symbolize the different regiments in the army. He was frowning as he read a scroll. "Father never learns." He sat back in his chair, his outfit clean and unwrinkled. "Foolish. He longs for peace even as we are under fire." He adjusted his small silver crown. The omelet had begun to get cold in his plate as he focused on the map on the table.

@NerdyFox
Avary walked down the hall and stopped in front of Vesta's room. He took a breath and knocked on her door. "M-Miss Vesta! I just came to ask if you were going to come down for breakfast!" He yelled through the door. The reason he was nervous was; 1. He was figuring out a way to ask to train with her, and 2. The last Castle Wizard had shot a beam of magic at him when he'd come to ask the same question.

@Overlord24
Vesta smiled and opened the door. "Good morning, my prince," she said with a smile. "Are you inviting me for breakfast? Because I would love some," Vesta said as she closed the door to her study behind her. "What's on your mind, Avery?"

@NerdyFox@DriveEMOut
"Oh, it's n-nothing." Avary said. If his father, or god forbid, Levi, knew about his desire to learn magic, ugh, he shuddered at the thought. "So, ahem, what were you working on Miss Vesta?" Avary said, trying to curious, but not too interested.

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The morning sun had risen over the hills bathing the fair Kingdom of Woodgrove in its radiant, warm glow. Nary a cloud dotted the endless blue sky. Birds chirped and meadowlarks sang hymns to greet the day with joy and vigor. The tiny village below the castle was already bustling, with farmers and ranchers out to tend to their gardens and livestock, merchants trading and selling their exotic wares from around the globe, and blacksmiths, seamstresses, and other artisans hard at work.

In the castle grounds, the brave and valiant knights were at their daily training. Swords and armor clattered as the ladies in waiting watched from the balconies, swooning over the hansome soldiers. Serfs and wenches buzzed about the halls of the grand palace cleaning and dusting all of the furniture, portaits, and whatnot. The cooks were in the kitchen preparing a bountiful morning meal. And the Queen...why she too had graced the castle halls with her fair presence.

Celaria paced the hall on this beautiful, sunlit morning, her regal gowns flowing behind her. Atop her head sat her tiara, golden with finely cut rubies emblazoning it. She strolled quietly and in thought down the corridor, her many servants and knights greeting her with a bow or a curtsey.

"Good morning, Your Majesty!"

"My Queen, hello!"

"May the gods bless you, O Queen of the Radiant Sun."

Harold: the infant prince sat near his older brother within the courtyard, he began poking his brothers' fine shoes with a twig fallen from the tree massive tree just behind them.
"Leevee, are you gonna eat that omilet? Can I eats' it if your not gonna?" He said in broken English, he was only an infant, still aging into a young boy, he began poking the omelette with a fork, he smiled but he seems too impatient to wait for an answer.

"Busy yourself, child. I will eat my food when I want to." After snapping, his face softened. "Sorry. You have my permission to take it. Though, would it be too much to ask of you to go fetch a chef and get him to make a better omelet next time?" With that, he swept his map and figures into a pouch, and clipped on his cloak. "If any of our family ask, I shall be in the woods."
@Shmektheshmuck

@DriveEMOut
Harold, at first startled, smiled and took the plate of eggs away from Levi, he knew he cared for him.
"Tanks leevee!" Harold cheered, he then ran off stuffing his face with egg. The boy then found himself within the castle halls, he saw his mother gracefully walking down the halls being greeted by each and every passerby, he then called out "MUMMY!", trying to grab the attention of his mother, the queen.

The eldest princess walked down the beautiful marble hallways of her home, the castle, with a smile plastered on her face. A beautiful red, gold and brown dress adorned her lithe body. Her golden blonde hair was swept up in a complicated but delicate french braid. She wouldn't be the first to admit that she looked lovely. Actually, many had complimented her on her looks today, but whether it was because of her status as a princess or that she truly was beautiful was a mystery to her. But she would be the first to admit that it was a daring choice. The neckline went down almost to where it was unacceptable, and the sleeves were a little bit short. But she was pretty sure she was being paranoid.

When Amalia saw her mother, she slowed her pace to meet that of the queen's, giving her a light smile. "Good morning mother. Would you like to join me for breakfast?" she said, posing a fairly simple question. But just as she said this, Harold came barreling down the hallways. She grinned at him and leaned down, kissing his little head. "Well, good morning to you too, baby brother." she said with a wild grin. When seeing the egg crumbs on his face, she laughed cheerily. Now what mischief have you been getting into at this hour?" she asked, a grin on her face. She then leaned down and ruffled his hair.

"Amaleelee!" Harold cheered, he hugged Amalias' legs and said, "Leevee says he's gone to the wood!",he pointed towards the western forest. Harold then tripped over his own feet and landed on his head, not hurting himself too bad but leaving a clear bruise, He sat up, touched the bruise and burst into tears, he was really just crying for the attention but it did hurt quite a bit.

@canaryrose

Xavier was getting ready for his day having over slept which was something that his commander hated. Although his commander would yell at him he would usually look down and say nothing with a look of shame on his young face. Getting his armor on black in color with a helmet that was designed to look menacing but Xavier was like a lamb shy and nervous all the time.

Finishing up getting ready and heading out of his room and rushing around in the hallway his armor jiggling and shaking making himself very noisy. Unknown to him he went though a door to a hallway where the Prince and Prince were almost crashing into them but stopping himself."Sorry" He said to the both of them looking down at his armored feet.

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Meanwhile Edgar the jester was preparing himself getting dressed in his colorful jester outfit getting something quick to eat which was a beef stew."Shoo shoo Worm" He said waving his hand at his black cat who quickly jumped off the table.Once he got ready heading out making sure beforehand to get his dagger, spellbook and joke items for the king and queen.

Heading out down the hallway walking pasted Xavier whom was his favorite plaything."Hello how are you?" He said not noticing the Princess and Prince just yet.

@NerdyFox@Shmektheshmuck@Eviledd1984@canaryrose@Rusalka
Avary looked down the hall to see his siblings, his mother, a knight, and the jester. He turned to Vestia, "We should probably go check on them." He said gesturing. He walked down the hall and kneeled down next to his little brother. "Are you OK there Harold?"

"Noo!" The boy cried, he sat there, tears pouring from his eyes, he proceeded to wipe his face 'clean' with the sleeve of his coat which was just dirtied by an omelette. Instead of a clean tearless face was now an even more eggy mess.
"I hurt my head!", he touched the bruise again and, again, cried out in pain.

@Shmektheshmuck@canaryrose
"Harold. You didn't hurt yourself that bad, you just fell." Avary said. He turned to his older Sister, with whom he had a decent relationship with. "Hello Amalia. How are you this morning?"

@Overlord24@Shmektheshmuck@canaryrose@Eviledd1984
Catherine Lilasteen walked down a elegant hall in a hurried pace. Her brown boots clicked on the fine made floor as she hurried towards the kitchen. She had over sleept and was at the moment tying her short brown-black hair back into a messy bun, which swayed every step she made. Her maids dress was not the finest dress she had worn, yet it was rather convertible and fit her well.
She turned a corner and stopped, as she looked at the Princesses, the little Prince, and the older Prince were chatting. The little Prince was crying over something, and she would have shut him up right away. But the reason She was here was to earn there trust. She stopped her pace and bowed low and spoke as if she were frustrated and shy. She willed her voice to shake a bit and her face to heat up as she looked there way."I'm sorry to drop in, but I'm new here. Can one of you, perhaps show me were the kitchen is?" She was told were the kitchen was but she didn't remember because her guide had talked so fast that, she had no time to ask questions. Catherine stood up and looked to the side to see a young man who was the elder Prince, but younger then his sister. She looked back towards everyone gathered around the little Prince as he cryed. She made her blue eyes soften as if she feels pity for the annoying brat. She bent down, with her hands on her knees, and spoke in a soft voice. "I'm making some cookies for lunch this afternoon. Do you have any requests?" She smiled, showing her straight teeth.

@SoulEater
Avary stood up and looked at the maid. "I can show you where the kitchen is." He then saw her show pity towards Howard.

Harold immediately stopped crying and stared at the strange new girl.
"Cans you makes some chocolates cookies?", without letting cat respond he grabbed her hand and said "I cans take you to the kichyten", he pulled the new girl along towards the dining room which so happened to be connected to the kitchen.
Inside was a large round table with a few servants placing plates and cutlery on top of it.
"Can I watches you make them?" Harold asked suddenly.

Levi walked through the forest, his ocean-blue cloak covering his face. He drew his sword, and looked at the broadswords blade with interest. He swung the blade with practiced ease and accuracy. He had been learning how to duel since he was 7. Self-taught, of course. Soon, he would be ready to challenge father for the throne.