Watching from the side

The palace inner courtyard is garden alive of many man eater plants. It is safe for all royal blood, as there must be something about royal DNA which has more favorable connection to them. A detail that wouldn't seem important unless you were a newbie servant, assassin or thief breaking into the private quarter of the Palace.

I make one of very few servants whom held ability to enter this garden without need for additional reliance of spells or singing. Although the Queen still disliked my orgin, she is a fair lady whom understands I wasn't going to argue for any higher titles. To be a servant of her children is good enough for us both.

The way the royals act within fate has not really mattered this lifetime as of this history playing. The Queen has 4 children with the king and no affairs. The king however has 3 other children from other people. I am the youngest of the three from another.

I still grown up in a rough background of street rat and watching my real mother die in a plague. Actual incurable plague, there wouldn't be anything of science that current technology that could have done to save her at the time. A topic I would rather not focus on for now.

The garden of fey flowers at dance around the Queen and her baby in her arms. These strange creatures come in a variety of shape and colour. Butterfly wings are mostly seen but there is hidden stick insectiod shaped variants. Some are the plants puppeteer vines as something for the human mind to focus to in conversation. The vast majority love children for the mischief and innocence both have in common.

This newborn will be prince Philip but I doubt his the one of particularly cruel fated title. In my meaning, I recall a lot about the cursed lives before from the very beginning. My eyes firmly aware that this oil sheened title is with the living eldest Darkwood. Markus Darkwood whom will marry the queen's unfavourable eldest sister. A fitting match that should have held titles of royalty over whom actually is.

"I need a towel." I gently came forwards, removing one from the satchel I carry everyday. Made of my own supply to look after younger. It is odd for a 3 year old to understand concepts of. I am highly mature than the others. I would act as I wanted then the age I am, "Thank you." I bow and moved away.

The queen sighes softly, as I choose a mute lifestyle. I can sense that she wanted to know my name. I haven't spoken to tell her.

I haven't really spoke or told anyone anything. The last person I really said a word to was my mother. On her death bed, she handed a sealed envelope to hand to my father and told me whom to give it to for it to reach him. This why I didn't have to speak to him.

"Youngest sister, congratulations on your fourth." Women in the small talk that was turning into insults in veiled smiles. Mark stands away within the shadow cover of the banisters into the main building around. He was within deep thought, given the blank expression. I were sent away to fetch drinks or for someone to fetch them. A excuse to leave the women alone.

"Young child, I am told that you will know something." I take pause with checking the inky mass clung around Mark. I look directly to his face with indifferent expression, "I am looking for someway through the nine hells... a guide to take me." I blink with sensing my soul. I focus with a nod of understanding, "You realize I am joking." I huffed at him and the shadow, "What if I told you that her sister plans to murders her?" Directing to the centre courtyard. He smirked with relished strange thoughts. I don't think he was prepared to hear me reply.

"If that is the way fate and history will lead us." I spoke gentle and with looking at the garden. I didn't give him the silence he was going to have normally, "It would be three souls collected... Given how upset the garden will be. Eight." I look back, "Its up to you, sir. The names will be in the tomes place eventual or not."

He backed off where the inky mist snickers in poking me. I flinched in how painful that was yet stood with accepting it. I don't collapse or give any pained impressions due to high tolerance. The two sisters leave each other alone this time and I am stood shivering under Mark's glare. He was spooked but he shows in a glaring hateful way. Anyone watching us would think he was scaring me, not the other way around.

"Come along, we have nothing worthwhile with them." The beloved sister drags Mark away. I step back up to the queen with a apologetic bow. That of the plants and fairies flutter gentle at mischief to show their dislike to sister and the dark aura the sister turns to.

That they bless the young baby child with alternative motive. Fey are at the heart, inhuman. They would do anything to protect the child, even meaning to steal them to the other side. The queen is aware and stood with a hand casting a spell by gesture. The negative will of fey subsided for now.

"Its alright. You would have fetched those drinks if Mark wasn't there stopping you. Are you OK?" I bow softly once again, still shivering a bit. She scuffed my head, "You are very mature and brave. Don't take anything Markus said to heart." She stood with passing her child to the Nanny at the edge of the garden, "For now on, you will protect my youngest. Do you understand?" I nod confidently as she smiles. She left to change clothing. I would assume to do her duties as Queen with the downstairs chamber of nobility voting.

"You are one the only child of the bastards that she trusts." The nanny voiced, "Your eldest sister and brother were sent to church school at your age." I am given the same education tutoring as the middle aged royal child. Well, I am to attend the sessions to listen and serve then to properly learn. Mostly learn by listening, it was still considered enough education to stay within the Royal palace.

However at the age of 3... new type training is on offer. To being a private servant meant that I was to be everything to them. Personal servants to the queen and king are hired to be private assassins for the purposes. As examples of self protection and poison detection. They are to blend into any background like ninja. They are so highly trusted that their faith in religion is to suit their royal masters. If the king or queen were direct God followers, then the servant must have the means to be as well. A servant is to be under every command of their master; cruel or not. Its a tradition to be followed if I am to stay within the Palace. The younger starting the better trained for later years.

"You must learn to speak if your going to be here." The nanny comments.

"I could and I have ways been able. I just never do with knowing how little standing I have. Why would anyone want to listen to me for anything serious?" I remarked back. I broke my silence with Mark, so equally I wasn't afraid to speak up with the nanny, "No one has every really asked me anything before. Not even my name."

"You're very well spoken." The baby prince is getting a little riled up over something. I take something out of my bag to pass to him. He mellowed with curiosity of the item I gave him. The nanny smiling towards the baby rattle. A rattle is personal to the child it is made for. Spares are always around incase of damage or loss. This one was hand carved by me, a replicate of his official one. It is soft smoothed wood that was safe to suckle on.

"Your very talented."

"I adapt with what must be." I shrug around to the up stairs. She holds him closer with fierce protection. Taking it steady up and in full silence. I make things easier with casting the light to flicker on the closer we get and to go out as we don't need it. I stay behind her, being ready to help any unsteady fall.

"Very good at spell casting... I take it that you overhearing the royal tutor has been a cause of some benefits to you." She needed no assistance at the top with the door and walking through to children soft room.

I close the door behind and ignored the many strange things around here. Other worldly spirits spying us or oath hunters eyeing up us passing by. A few gods in illusionary shapes doing their own things, spying out potential in these royal children. Nothing 'bad' around here.

"Nap time for the child. You should get on with your chores." She makes sure his safe and warmed up, taking her seat to a chair with him sleeping on her.

I give the room a look around. I did just before properly leave do a small resupply of some baby stuff here. Putting some toys back, the nappy area with clean linen and checking all the ointments to be safe. I wanted to be sure that everything needed was at reach, the nanny smiling at how organized I kept it here. I silently took bow with soft closing of the door, my own smile of knowing things are fine.

I refocus with looking up to someone at waiting to enter in the room I left. I step at the side, a light bow with a inspecting gaze. They tilt with finding it rude and I lower a little more.

"My youngest grandchild is in here, right?" Ah the shadow of the previous king. I nod with a pose of sleeping.

The gentleman nods to me getting that I was worried about the grandchild too. That my inspecting was because I could sense he didn't belong among living, that I worried for the child to care about whom was entering the space. A servant that didn't care would glare at strangers, knowing they were looking at something that didn't belong.

"You meant well... I can tell." Does a cold something to my shoulder and walks in through like the wood door didn't exist. I stand straight with pouting at this strangeness. I have enough made sue the door was real, lightly pondered.

"Is there something the matter boy?" I look to the large healthy bird eyeing me. It spoke soft.

"Not really... I just thought that the Queens father had passed away 4 years ago. So I heard... But then..." I look at the door, "How does someone walk through wood like it was nothing?"

"Ah, you never seen a mask one before." I disagree.

"I have seen them around. Just never seen someone like that without a mask. But I guess there has to be something complicated that makes that happen. A lot of mask fellas look mock us around here." The bird coos softly.

"You're not really told much." The bird notes with soft coos, "You should seek the kings left hand." I look at the bird confused now, because I thought that was whom I was talking to.

The bird tilts with a sort of silence laugh. Flew through the wall too. I sigh with feeling left out. Being very unsure of what I walk around, making my mental notes of what things really are.

"Boy!" I quick to snap back with what I need to do. Being called over from doing laundry, "Take this to the kings servant." I check the seal and the name it is actually address to.

Not a fool... I walked around them to the person behind. Passing it over, I gave a bad gesture about the letter. My hair is scuffed as this minor test was passed.

"You are very good at hiding your talents." I look back to whom handed me the letter, a pose of waiting, "You don't need to be trained. You just should not hide that you know things." I tilted with being unsure that was wise, "How about this... if you can complete this list of tasks without help. Then you can be assigned to be someone's personal servant." that letter I gave the kings servant is passed back, the seal now safe and broken.

"What did I do to make you realize?" I ask with gentle worry.

"I knew because your blood." I look up with studying his confident answer. I look to the letter with checking the listed things for sure. I give a few reads with being very sure the listed things were from the sort of strange places I would expect. I nod very sure with knowing what to do and how to get these things.

"I will do what I can." I bowed head as the two walked away. I stare to the laundry I have been doing by hand... made my casting gestures. It finished with fluttering to the hanging line to high for me to reach normally.

"But your not the queen's child." I tucked my letter away as I look to another I pretended to not know. I study the style chooses this god has.

"I am the youngest of the three child that wasn't the queen's blood. My eldest brother and sister have been sent to church, so the rumour goes. I am sure there is more to it." I sigh, "It doesn't matter anyways, I wish not to make life difficult for anyone." The god tilts with studying, "Oh... I know what I was mean to tell you." I straighten up and give a few required gestures, "Your sister? I think she's your sister. The goddess of knowledge of the old world traditions. She wanted to invite you in 3 weeks time. She assumed sending a death raven would be faster then me. You tell her that the scaled whisperer sends his respect." I take pause, "Or whatever the title was given. Maybe it was the the hidden scales." I shook out of guessing, "There was also another message from someone else. But I don't think you would understand it yet. The mistress of the veiled shadows wished to warn you. She said to make the exchange as an equal. Regardless of what you assume you see. That what she said... a weird lady. She wears folds of history like clothing." I think long for a while, "Whatever that all meant. Have a safe visit sir." I bow with leaving the god in froze pose.

Maybe what I said wasn't human expectation. But it were things my soul fragements had told me to pass message on with, especially my dream self. Whom makes it easier to understand.

The world's doorways to connected places flows with many strange loop holes of maze like corridors. The palace has many doors to other worlds. Some ways through are doors to whole cities between folded space. Many oath hunters walk these places like it was free public space. It isn't but we can't stop spirits being spiritual and stuff. Most are completely just passing through without stopping, so no point in blocking their ways out.

Sneaking around strange worlds of weird landscapes. I enjoyed picking up god follower supplies, if it meant looking at vivid northern lights skies of indigo and pinks. Neon spray paints on venter black background. No stars, moons or suns that would ruin the view.

One of my most current favorite places is the empty marble buildings that carved within strange blue stones. The damned are the only things whom walk that area. Its a great meeting point for my angelic side to find me. That of the occasional times that it with bring the more rare fragements of myself. Those pieces from outside time, whom gifted me oddities or had deliveries to exchange.

This passing moment of time was fun, as we met up. I had lunch with them and relaxed for a bit. Having causal comments of things we find funny with veil interactions. How demons get scared of dream walkers and the dream walkers are scared of humans. The joke of humans being scared of demons and unable to realize that thier dreams is where prayer powers came from.

The food was from America, a standard stake dish with southern macaroni cheese side. It was stuffing and gave me the sweats. The flavour was the right amount of seasoning on char BBQ grill. The side dish was creamy with the lasting butter comfort. Smooth with the rustic.

Food is a very distracting subject that made doing myself small favors worth it. Ignoring that I am facing my death or my worse parts of my self-conscious in a real sort of shape. Entities that exist sepreate but make me whole.

The blue stones glitter in strange bends of dim red luminous plants. The ceiling of this world space was only the curving of more walkable floor. Archways of holy grounds to hidden or small mythical gathering points. Navigation back home as no problems for someone like me. Leaving my strange sides back to whatever they were up to.

I get back to the living world with ease, carrying around several strange wrapped orders. Jumping walls like a thief running from the authorities. I help a few shadow people with sneaking past sections of light. I make it a effort to be not seen. I can't hide that I could be detected after I left. I sunk in hiding with some god follower passing nearby, I were told to avoid them. That these offerings were to pleaded in the main church grounds.

The graveyard to the cathedral was beside the Royal palace. I am sure I could find a passage within the Royal grounds. Yet I wasn't going to loop around if I am already closer then that. I brushed a smudge of grave moss off me. Gripping up the bricking around the wall, study the passing monk whom hadn't turned to face me. I see he goes opening double door on the other side, taking my move to jump straight from the wall top to scramble to the small window ledge.

I land on the floor, waved a spell to close the window after myself. Roll with getting out of sight. The monk looking back eyeing the window I closed. For sure he leaves, trying to trick me and moving off. I slip around to the god statue areas, taking it slow with looked at whom they are. When I find someone that has a delivery, my mind sees them as the being whom asked for the delivery then the statue I was looking at.

I was looking around confuse about this last delivery as this last one was part of the restricted sector of the church. The sort of area with gods and goddess for fertility. Some were dark powers and then the ones whom all for making misery. This area was blocked by statue gods like death and misfortune. Omens too.

"There is to will be a delivery soon." Ah, maybe this delivery confused me due to very seeing the god in human form, "I don't know how it will be delivered." I had the small pouch made of a fur animal skin, blood rune on the side, "I was told to not ask them to many questions." So my other sides would have knew I have to face them in person. I peer around to be sure they are alone, hiding again with seeing someone else.

"Omens... you always find a way to keep bothering me." I sneak a look, "You were missing something and I wanted you to have them back." The necklace of God slayer scale. I look around with making more notes of if anyone else was hiding, sensing that ink wasn't without his host.

I don't have to look hard with Mark leaving shaded shelter, the beloved wife to be hooked to his arm. She hide expressions with very decorative fan. One them that any lady of esteemed olde estate has to hand. These two making quips of small matters on the approach to the follower and the phantom image of the god in bird shape. I didn't feel afraid of stepping out. Looking about the shade of the area where ink lingers, the rest turn silent with seeing me.

"What are you here for?" I quietly step up slowly and not sure of needing to make quick moves out of here. I dot about them. Mark and Laura in damned cloth, masks hung to the side of their faces. Mark has that sleek sheen toning him. I avoided their auras, slow with looking to the decorative feather chooses on the followers cloak. Hung hidden beads, coins and battle charms.

I stopped short with looking to the god statue to be sure. A large majestic curved wings on the sleek health tilt of the head looking down in ponder over the ones whom would pray under this. There hung willow circle shapes on feather points, strange threads that string otherworldly fortune charms and prayer feathers. The light breeze twisted the object, the image of the wise man whom asked for this delivery shimmers in a mirror fragement among the many feathers. I peer to the god sitting to the followers shoulder. I give my bowed nod, shivery in passing this pouch to the follower.

My nervousness of being drilled at so darkly by ink. I jolted a little with the followers quick movement. Quicker was my response to wish to get out of here.

"oh... Thank you." looking on it and then very confused, "I can't asked why? I know this item was lost somewhere a living human couldn't done alone." I study their reactions while moving away steady. I give a tilted bow and go to run. Blocked with the title mass clouded the way. I stopped because I knew I would have to.

Shivery in waiting. Not sure of what it would want of me.

"Do you remember?" It askes unsure. I stopped shivering as I felt taken back with this response. I had even looked the inky clouded mass to around where I knew it sight would see from. Pouty yet back to shiver as I form my response.

"You haven't upset me in any fashion... so why would I choose to forget?" Softly arkward with being caught, "What did you need?"

"I asked one of you something... you said ask again with a different you." I think a while with wondering if my dram self said something. It did mention something about poor timing. Item to give.

"Ah... it was bad timing. Although the time zone there is hard to predict. You are not to blame. You needed something, umm... Stone. Carving of something." I think about it as I was something I had to make from scratch. I checked my satchel and unwrapped it. It plucks it with a not so comfortable looking grin, "It for collecting tears... I think. Thats what feathers was saying earlier."

"Oh... How are you able to met yourself without causing issue?" I shrug and slip around with avoiding them. I make a quick work of getting back to the palace without any problems. Using the intended royal hidden slip path back.

This little hidden passage was a perfect short cut to the room I needed to be at. The lower locked room for potion ingredient storage. It has a ladder up to the private alchemy lab in the royal palace upper floor. The two places connected was just easier access to ingredients and spell casting components.

To be shelf filling the restricted spell storage while the kings servant would consider looking for me.

I barely had time to hide that I escaped out with ease. Just that I was painting the correct spells to keep some things fresh. A few fresh meat type items that needed a freeze spell scrolled to the jar. The herb jars need anti water seals. That sort of thing.

"I was about to ask about how you got into here without asking for the key and password. But your covered in spiders web." I tip toe with putting a jar away, "You are to be washed and suitable dressed for the next test." I casted a few spells and throw over myself new mended outfit, "Why did you not do that sooner?"

"I was focused with jar sealing and roof repair. I didn't realize I fell through the place I needed. But then the bird told me."

"What bird?" I pointed to a death bird whom had a message for the king, "Told you how?"

"Like a bird does. The stomping foot and cooing. The all puffy if you get it wrong." The servant snickers with how simple it was.