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Sir L'quir was well known, and well thought of. He would be seen through the whole country as a man of high power, and a man of good opinion. No one ever dared to disagree with Sir L'quir as they could be hunted down, and forced to say different. He was feared as well as honored, and he reveled in his point of power.

Everyone knew who Sir L'quir was; he was renowned throughout all of Asreokn. And so, as he walked through the streets of Alwer, a small village which had no representative in the great Asreokn Government, he felt eyes staring at him from corners and windows. He walked purposefully trough the village, and dratted the location of Wedsmon's desired meeting place. The village was inconspicuous, yes. But why did the villagers have to stare at him so? Surely they had seen a nobleman before? If anyone rode through and asked for him, the villagers would surely reveal the location of the great Sir L'quir.

He found a door at the side of what appeared to be an inn. He swung the door open as befitted a nobleman, and found three paupers sitting inside situated around a small table. "Excuse me," he said, "I have mistaken this… place as my current destination. Pardon." The three men nodded their acceptance, and L'quir left the room and softly shut the door behind him.

He searched for a sign of the place that Wedsmon had declared as their meeting place. Luckily, he caught sight of Wedsmon's personal guard peering out of the window at him. The guard nodded and L'quir hurried into the building.

Once inside, he said "Hello Wedsmon, Hadneck, Mullvox. I am here."

"Ah, L'quir!" Wedsmon[MSOffice1] replied, "Glad to have you, although somewhat late I timing. What took you so long?"

"Be more detailed in your directions next time," L'quir grumbled, sitting down across from Mullvox[MSOffice2] . "I got lost on my way here, and intruded on a villager's home. I don't appreciate it."

"Ah, L'quir, don't worry. Wedsmon's instructions were as clear as a bell!" Hadneck said from beside him. "I got here as quick as lightning, and only a few of the villagers were able to goggle."

"Exactly," Mullvox said in reply to Hadneck, "There's nothing to worry about! Wedsmon will give his instructions well, as always. I'm afraid that it was you who lost track." He pointed his win glass at L'quir, smiling.

"Don't drink so much Mullvox," Wedsmon said, "You know that you can't take it. But anyhow, we should get on with our meeting. L'quir, how goes it in Asreokn? I hear that all's well and ordered. They have you, after all. The most fearsome noble in all the world!"

"It is going as well as it can," L'quir answered despondently, "The people are following their king well enough, and they have no clue about it all." "It" was something that Hadneck, Mullvox and L'quir had been discussing for years. It was finally being put into action, and L'quir found that he preferred not to call it by name, for fear of ears that weren't mean to hear overhearing their conversation. He found that Hadneck, Mullvox and Wedsmon followed his lead.

"And you 'Sir' Mullvox?" Wedsmon turned his attention to the man sitting across from L'quir. "Has all been well in Sermont? Are the people beginning to rebel against their king, as it is said? Or have you kept them in perfect order, until it is put underway?"

Mullvox smiled and shook his head. "As I have told you Wedsmon, this idea of apparent 'order' won't work in my country. The people will need something to be worked up about before I take over, they'll need something to divert their attention away from me. The people from Sermont are always suspecting, they notice everything. Ever since the betrayal in 1423, they are always on their toes."

L'quir smiled and shook his head. "No, Mullvox. Make a great show of agreeing with the Queen, and they'll trust you. If you show them apparent disloyalty and falsehood, they will never trust you on the throne. Make them rest easily, and take it while they least expect it!"

"You will never understand my county," Mullvox laughed. "Now let's hear from Hadneck, why don't we?"

Hadneck looked up from inspecting his nails. His expression was grim. "My people no longer trust me," he said. "They think that I am too loyal to the king, far too loyal to be a man of my own opinion. They believe that either that is the case, or that I am planning something against him. "

"If that is the way it is," Wedsmon said, ignoring Hadneck's news. "Then we must plan further, we must discuss what we can do to make things better. Relax gentleman, I expect that we will be staying here through most of the night."

2

Siri awoke to the sound of bustling and cleaning within house. It was nowhere close to the annual Spring Cleaning which came every year, and she wondered why her family was rushing so. She sleepily pulled herself out of bed and not bothering to change into her clothes for the day, climbed downstairs to see what it was that was causing her family to act this way.

She found her mother sweeping the kitchen, which was unusual as the servants were actually paid to do that job.

"Mother, what's happening?" Siri asked.

"It's Sir L'quir!" She exclaimed, "He has chosen our house to be his place of staying while he is in our city! We have to clean, Siri. Let's… see here. You can make breakfast this morning, Cook's out buying some more fish."

"Breakfast!" Said Siri incredulously, "But I don't know how to make breakfast! And I just woke up." She gestured to her wrinkled night gown. "How can you possibly expect me to make breakfast for the whole house, and get myself ready for the day?"

"You know that you can do this Siri," Her mother patted her on the back, "You have been begging me for some lessons on cooking, and I do believe that this may be the time. Just follow the instructions in the cook book, and you'll be alright."

Siri walked to the counter, and tossed open the cook book. She found multiple recipes for omelets, breakfast cakes, and other dishes. She chose a simple recipe for a baked egg dish and began to pull out the necessary ingredients. Cooking proved to be harder than it seemed at a first try. She had no idea of how to do the things that the book said was needed to complete the meal, and yet had no choice but to attempt at doing whatever she could to at least create a semi duplicate of the recipe in the book.

Luckily, just before Siri was about to put her "Baked egg delight!" into the wood oven, Cook burst into the room exclaiming, "L'quir! L'quir! I saw him while I was out at the market. He's coming!" Siri caught a glimpse of her father, her sister, and her older brother rushing up the stairs to get themselves ready for Sir L'quir's grand appearance at their house. The servants were in a rush as well, with last minute straightening jobs and appraising themselves in mirrors to see whether or not they were suitable as servants of the house that 'Sir' L'quir had chosen to stay at.

Shortly after her mother, brother, sister and father came down from upstairs, there was a knock at the door. Realizing that she was still in her pajamas, Siri ducked behind the counter, only to have Cook glaring at her from below her pudgy cheeks. Siri mustered an apologetic expression, and yet Cook did not avert her gaze. Siri ignored her and peered over the counter. Her mother answered the door to find Sir L'quir and a footman standing at their doorstep. There was a coach a little ways behind them with the driver waiting patiently for Sir L'quir to finish up at the door so that he had license to leave.

"Sir L'quir!" The footman proclaimed. Sir L'quir made a stately bow, and Siri's family responded with either a curtsey or a deep bow.

"I see that you are the family that I am to stay with, correct?" Sir L'quir asked stiffly.

The whole family nodded gingerly, and L'quir gave himself license to step inside. The footman shut the door, and Siri heard the coach clatter away.

"Funny," L'quir said thoughtfully, "I thought that there was supposed to be one more of you."

"Oh… wait. Siri!" Siri's mother called, "Where are you?" Siri automatically ducked down farther behind the counter, and looked up at Cook hopefully. Cook took her and led her into the main room where L'quir and the rest of her family were sitting.

"Siri!" Siri's brother snapped annoyedly, "What were you doing? And why aren't you dressed?" Siri said nothing and proceeded to sit by her younger sister.

Sir L'quir was a dark gentleman, by all means, and wore a suit of a deep gray. He had dark blond hair that shadowed his face and his eyes were a deep green color. He looked as if he were too good for their house, which made Siri feel insulted. Hadn't he chosen them, after all? What business did he have to strut about as if he were too good for the place? Sir L'quir smiled. "Ah. Hello. I thought that there might be one more of you. Nice to meet you ah..?"

"Siri," Siri mumbled, embarrassed. Even if she did not like L'quir, he was still a nobleman, and she was in her pajamas. Why, oh why did L'quir have to pick their house?

"Hello Siri then," L'quir replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you. Anyhow, I shall need a room in which to put all my belongings." He gestured to a pile of suit cases and carpet bags waiting by the door. "Thank you." Nobody moved at that moment, all of the family too afraid to do anything at that moment. Siri perhaps would have found a servant to bring them up for them, but was still in shock from having been seen in her pajamas by a nobleman. Suddenly, L'quir stood up. "Well then," he said. "I shall have to find one of your servants to do so for me." That comment woke everyone up. Siri's father jumped around, searching for people to do the job for L'quir. Her mother found Cook, and somehow managed to convince her to help L'quir bring his things up the stairs. Siri herself stood there silently, watching everyone run about the house. They were not an overly wealthy family, and as a result did not have so many servants as some of their neighbors. They had a cook, a maid, a butler (who surprisingly tended to neglect his job) and two regular all around servants. The result was that the house was usually quite busy, and it appeared to be that there were more servants than there actually was.

Remembering that she was wearing her pajamas still and that this would be the perfect time to change, Siri pushed past the maid, and ran up the stairs, swinging her door open and finally plopping down upon her bed. She slowly made her way to the dresser, and pulled out a grey blue dress, suitable for the daughter of a wealthy man and woman. She painstakingly tied the dress's strings behind her back, and appraised herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was untidy, as a result of having just woken up, her blue eyes seemed to melt back in reflection to the grey of the dress and she looked a slight bit fatter than she normally did, not to say that she was fat at all. Siri had always been harsh on her appearance, and could never understand why others seemed to call her "pretty". Really, if you were looking at her from another's point of view, there wouldn't be much to put down. She was slender with deep brown hair and soft blue eyes. There was a something about Siri- something which most people ignored.

She ran back down the stairs, passing by Cook, and sat neatly back down on the couch. She saw her brother look at her sarcastically, but she sniffed and ignored him.

There was an interesting sight on the stairs. While the maid was wrestling with a suit case of L'quir's, The Butler and L'quir were having an argument. L'quir apparently wanted the Butler to help carry up one of L'quir's largest, bags, but the Butler claimed that it was unfair for one of the "Highest servants in the house to have to be reduced to such labor. Have someone else do it- or better yet, do it yourself." When the butler said this, he flourished his arm so wildly that the maid was smacked in the face and fell backwards down the stairs. She appeared to be alright, just shaken, but L'quir was fuming. His hair had been ruffled, and his bag had fallen open, spewing his belongings all across Siri's family's floor.

L'quir began to almost scream at the butler. "How could you do this to me? How could you have the impertinence to ignore me so? You are a mere servant butler. There is no way that I can tolerate such insolence."

The butler was staring at L'quir with pure hatred. He had always thought of himself highly, him being the only man in his family whom ever made it to a wealthy family to work as a butler. This being the case, he was the almost the sole supporter of his family. To lose this job would both be catastrophic for his family, and his honor. "Are you saying," said the butler slowly. "That this was my fault? How is this my fault? 'Sir' L'quir, there is no way that I can tolerate this," and that was it for the butler.

Siri's father stood up and went to the butler. "Gannen, this is no way to treat a guest," he said. "I'm sorry, Gannen… but you are dismissed." The butler stared at Siri's father pleadingly, but to no avail. The man told the maid to find the butler's check, and the butler hung his head, awaiting the last bit of pay him and his family would ever receive.

"Please sir!" He cried. "My family has hardly any other means of earning money, and these pay checks are the foundations of our survival!" Siri's father merely shook his head. The maid returned with the butler's check, and handed it to him. The butler took it, holding it in his hands. "Thank you Sir," the butler's voice shook, "We will make this last for as long as it can. I'll find myself a new job…"

Siri's father looked away, staring at the ground. "Gather your things, Gannen, but open your salary once you are in your room." The butler nodded[MSOffice3] and slowly climbed the stairs. Siri heard his door slam.

"Well," L'quir said, "Let us continue in moving my things, shall we? And… pick up this mess." Everyone, including Siri, began to pick up L'quir's belongings and put them back inside his suit case, but they were stopped. "No! I shall do this myself." L'quir went over to his suit case and began to pick up piles of papers and other belongings. After he finished, he gave the suit case back to the maid, and had her bring it back up the stairs.

And so it continued. Everyone in the house was bringing up large suit cases to the top of the stairs. Siri found herself not liking L'quir. He was a snob, he made her sick. The man obviously thought far too much of himself, and Siri's former respect for him vanished. Why he had been chosen to be Asreokn's representative before the king was beyond her. He was paid to understand the people- but this he did not. He strutted around not caring what others thought, although this was precisely what he was supposed to be able to do. Siri despised him.

Eventually, they finished carrying up L'quir's things, and he went up to his room and unpacked. Siri collapsed upon the sofa exhausted, for L'quir's bags were heavy things. She had no idea of why L'quir needed so many bags, or what was in them. Her younger sister, Alwona, looked at her curiously. She hadn't had to help bring up L'quir's things. "It's not fair," Siri told her sister. "You didn't have to help." Alwona said nothing, and left for her room.

Siri found that the rest of the day went on like any other. L'quir managed to somehow avoid her family, so life went on as usual. Her father was deep into work on his novel, ignoring the fact that the great library had been closed, and her mother was reading her art books. The servants took advantage of the sudden appearance of L'quir and did their work slowly; taking time to do things for their own fun even when they were supposed to be doing work.

When night fell, L'quir announced that he would be meeting four or three friends tonight, and that they may be coming to their house to complete the meeting. After L'quir had left, life seemed to be more relaxed. Even if while L'quir was there it had seemed normal, there had been an air of nervousness around them. L'quir was gone for a while, but he came back nevertheless. It turned out that when he returned, he brought two other nobles and one man whom Siri did not know back with him. He brought Sir Hadneck, Sir Mullvox, and a man named Wedsmon. They went into the dining room to discuss things, and left the rest of the house in shock. Sir L'quir ad been one thing- but two more nobles? It was hardly something that they could take.

It appeared to be that the nobles weren't going to be leaving their house any time soon. Siri's family could hear muffled voices coming from their dining room, and they wondered what it was that three nobles and one man would talk about for so long. When it came around to the time that Siri had to go to bed, she realized that she would have to use the bathroom, which was across from the dining room. She paused at the closed door to the dining room.

"When I take over," it was L'quir's voice, "I'll make sure that you are honored properly Wedsmon, don't worry."

"Ah, L'quir," said the voice called Wedsmon, "You always were the teacher's pet… and one to tailor his words to fit another's liking."

"But-" L'quir again,

"It's alright L'quir," said another voice. "You are the most powerful noble in the whole world! Even more powerful than the king himself if I may say so. And you will be the king soon enough L'quir." Siri gasped and caught herself. L'quir- planning on becoming the king? How?

"And so will you, Mullvox," L'quir replied. "If only you would follow my advice."

There was a grumble from an unidentified voice, whom Siri supposed to be Sir Hadneck as he was the only one who had not yet spoken.

"What was that Hadneck?"

"I said," Hadneck said slowly, annoyed, "That if you gave us decent advice, we might actually be successful. As it is, my people are beginning to hate me." Siri thought about this. In news that had been brought from Reall, Hadneck's country, it was said that Hadneck had been acting suspicious. "L'quir… it seems almost as if you're leading us to destruction, while you take the throne, and leave us behind. Keep in mind, if you lose us, you won't have any alliance between any of the countries, and L'quir, we've been following you through Asreokn for a long time. Don't you think that it should be time for you to come to one of our countries? We've been planning for months to a plan which seems to already be put in motion. How will we be able to validly plan this for Mullvox and me if you don't know our countries? L'quir, I'm beginning to not trust you almost."

At that moment, Siri saw a spider out of the corner of her eye. She had always hated spiders, and was scared to death of them. She couldn't help it- she let out a tiny scream, and then clapped her hand over her mouth.

"What was that?" she heard Wedsmon say.

"I don't know," said L'quir. "I can go check suppose." Siri heard the creak of a chair and footsteps as L'quir stood up and walked to the door. Siri jumped and raced to the door of the bathroom. Just as she was turning the handle, L'quir opened the door, peering out at her. She tried to smile innocently, but all she could manage was a well meant grimace. "What are you doing?" he said.

"I was only-"

"What did you hear of our conversation?"

"Only- nothing." Siri stood in front of L'quir, scared from her head down to her boots.

"Stupid girl!" L'quir said. "What will I do about this? Don't you know better than to listen to a conversation of a noble? Stupid. Utterly stupid. I suppose that… I don't know. But if you breathe a word of what you've heard here, I swear…" He stopped. Siri's mother and father were staring at him, appalled.

"What are you talking about, Sir L'quir?" Siri's father asked. His face was red.

"I-" L'quir stumbled. "She was listening to what we were saying. That is unacceptable behavior for a common girl."

"Unacceptable or not," Siri's mother said. "You are in our house sir, and I will not have you treat my daughter this way."

"I am sorry Madame," L'quir said. "I really truly am."

"Fine." Siri's father and mother both said at once. "Come here Siri." Siri followed her parents into the living room of the house. "That was… strange." Siri's mother said. "What did you hear Siri? What was it that Sir L'quir was so opposed to you hearing?"

"I'm not sure," Siri said honestly. She wasn't exactly sure what she had heard, really. "They were talking about… politics."

"Hmm," Siri's father said. "That would make sense for a noble to be talking about, and it isn't strange that he would be angry about your hearing it. Perhaps the Country representatives needed to talk." Everyone relaxed.

"Well then," Siri's mother said. "Siri, you should get to bed."

"But I have to use-"

"Sorry, but you really must get to be," Siri's mother smiled. "It's late. You have a test tomorrow, remember?" Siri nodded and was sent to bed with a hug.