Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

Markus closed his eyes as Oliver brushed his hair, enjoying the feeling greatly. It didn’t have any tangles from just his napping, which made the brushing easy and very enjoyable. He liked it when his hair was brushed, and Oliver’s fingers in his hair made him shudder slightly. It was a feeling he had only known from his mother as a child, and that had been far too long ago.

He did blink his eyes open again once Oliver was done, though of course couldn’t make out how he looked like in the mirror.
“Am I presentable again?”, he asked, looking at Oliver in the mirror.

The sight of the king closing his eyes under the gentle touch of his fingers suddenly reminded him that Markus was somewhere around his own age. If he was only entering court life, it was certainly too soon for Markus to rule over an entire kingdom. But in time, he thought, Markus could certainly be capable as a ruler, maybe surpassing his parents. Both of them had outlived theirs; Markus could succeed them in other ways.

“Yes.”, he answered, smiling at him whether the king was able to see the expression or not. It looked as if he hadn’t slept. He looked better rested, of course, but not as if he was napping when he should have been listening to advisors. “Do you require anything else?”

“I don’t suppose so.”, Markus replied. He didn’t feel like eating anything, and he didn’t really have time anyways. He just wanted to get done with whatever he had to do. A meeting with the advisers, was it? And then probably studying until dinner. And after.

“Let’s go to the meeting, then.”, he said and stood up. He wondered how long it would take, though hopefully not until dinner. It would just make him unfocused for studying later.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

Markus closed his eyes as Oliver brushed his hair, enjoying the feeling greatly. It didn’t have any tangles from just his napping, which made the brushing easy and very enjoyable. He liked it when his hair was brushed, and Oliver’s fingers in his hair made him shudder slightly. It was a feeling he had only known from his mother as a child, and that had been far too long ago.

He did blink his eyes open again once Oliver was done, though of course couldn’t make out how he looked like in the mirror.
“Am I presentable again?”, he asked, looking at Oliver in the mirror.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

“Ah.”, Markus had forgotten all about that. He needed to wash his face, definitely, making his way over to the wash basin. Some cold water would wake him up some too, which would be nice.

“There’s nothing to apologize. I shouldn’t have been resting in the first place.”, he replied after he was done. “Hair and clothes. Neither can I really see how my hair looks, nor can I make sure my clothes look right either.”, he looked over to where he had disregarded his clothes, glad he had had the mind to put them down neatly at the very least.

“Of course.”, he answered with a smile, closing the door behind him and picking up the king’s clothes to place them on the bed. Since Markus was already in his undershirt and not his sleepwear, dressing him should be a simple enough task for the new servant.

He was forced to turn his gaze towards him completely, taking the clothes when they were needed and quietly beginning to dress him, murmuring quiet apologies when he felt as if he had made a mistake. It wasn’t too difficult at all, although it required getting closer to him than he thought he would when he had arrived at court.

“I think it would be easier if you sat down while I, uhm, fix your hair.”, he suggested while he fixed Markus’s collar.

Markus was very patient, telling Oliver here or there if something felt wrong, or things he knew where they were supposed to be -sometimes his clothes were unnecessary complicated, he felt like.

“Of course.”, he replied softly, waiting for Oliver to be done with his clothes. He tugged a little at his sleeves while walking over to the small table with the mirror and the few things to make him look and smell nice, pulling the chair out and sitting down.

His dark brown hair was slightly wavy, though it wasn’t very obvious, since it wasn’t that long. He preferred to keep it combed back as best as possible, not minding the one streak of white he had. A pigment disorder, not letting the hair in that spot have any colour. It was the same he had around his eyes as well. It was something that was common in the royal family.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

“Ah.”, Markus had forgotten all about that. He needed to wash his face, definitely, making his way over to the wash basin. Some cold water would wake him up some too, which would be nice.

“There’s nothing to apologize. I shouldn’t have been resting in the first place.”, he replied after he was done. “Hair and clothes. Neither can I really see how my hair looks, nor can I make sure my clothes look right either.”, he looked over to where he had disregarded his clothes, glad he had had the mind to put them down neatly at the very least.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

Markus stirred hearing the knock. He didn’t feel like being bothered, but he technically knew he had responsibilities to attend to. Still, he waited for whoever knocked to call out for him, or permission to enter, or something or other. He didn’t want to stand up just yet, and be awake.

He wondered if it may be Oliver. He probably knew his schedule by now, and knew he should be somewhere.

Oliver cautiously opened the door a little, so that Markus could hear him properly. “Good afternoon, your majesty. I was informed that you have a meeting with your advisors in less than an hour. May I come in?”, he asked, a little unsure if he wanted to go in. But it was part of his position; hopefully Markus had made the correct decision in appointment him.

Markus grumbled, barely hearing Oliver. Why hadn’t he just unlocked the damn door before going to sleep? He crawled out of bed and walked to the door, yawning and rubbing his eyes. His hair was a mess too now.

He unlocked the door and pulled it open some, tired golden eyes looking to Oliver. “Mhh.”, he stepped away again, motioning for Oliver to come inside.
“Please repeat yourself.”, he mumbled, stretching -uncaring his shirt rode up from the action to show the skin of his tummy some.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

Markus stirred hearing the knock. He didn’t feel like being bothered, but he technically knew he had responsibilities to attend to. Still, he waited for whoever knocked to call out for him, or permission to enter, or something or other. He didn’t want to stand up just yet, and be awake.

He wondered if it may be Oliver. He probably knew his schedule by now, and knew he should be somewhere.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

“I’m Jake. I’ll leave you be now..”, Jake said, leaving Oliver alone again quickly. He did have things to do still, and he just wasn’t good with new people. And he was aware Oliver was noble, so pretty different from himself.

The paper contained the usual daily schedule, with showed little free time for the king. Most of his time was spend studying, talking with advisers and nobles about the kingdom, learning how to rule, and holding court. Only the current day had an exception written down beneath the usual things, showing most of the day free of duties. He did have to study after dinner, but that was pretty much it. Lunchtime had already passed after all, it was well in the afternoon already.

Oliver watched Jake leave with a smile, hoping that he had come across as friendly. His family’s home had housed servants as well and he was used to them being around. However, he usually interacted with those who were also nobles. He wasn’t used to people being incredibly nervous around him.

When it was noted that the king wasn’t particularly busy for a short time, Oliver tapped on the door to the study, where the schedule said that he would be. He straightened his jacket, an anxious habit of his.

Markus was still in his room, sleeping. He had been aware he had things to do today, but he had drained himself so much he didn’t want to do anything. And since he wasn’t sure when Oliver was going to start either, he just stayed in bed and slept. He knew his door was still locked too, so he would have to get up once someone knocked to get his attention, but. Right now he enjoyed sleeping.

He wasn’t even dressed properly anymore, just in his undershirt, pants and socks.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

“I’m Jake. I’ll leave you be now..”, Jake said, leaving Oliver alone again quickly. He did have things to do still, and he just wasn’t good with new people. And he was aware Oliver was noble, so pretty different from himself.

The paper contained the usual daily schedule, with showed little free time for the king. Most of his time was spend studying, talking with advisers and nobles about the kingdom, learning how to rule, and holding court. Only the current day had an exception written down beneath the usual things, showing most of the day free of duties. He did have to study after dinner, but that was pretty much it. Lunchtime had already passed after all, it was well in the afternoon already.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

“I hope so.”, Ann chuckled softly. “I’ll leave you be, then. And please excuse our king’s behaviour, he is still so very young after all.”.
She left then, leaving Oliver behind to do as he pleased. Being the king’s personal servant, he had a few more privileges than the other servants. Mostly it meant more freedom to walk around and not have to do anything, since the main task was just looking after Markus.

Said king was still in his room, but had calmed down by now, thankfully. He had fallen asleep after crying so much, having exhausted himself.

After she left, Oliver sat down on his bed. The mattress was so soft; he knew that he would be happy to rest his head there at night.

He took out a pen and paper from one of the drawers and started to write a letter to his oldest brother. Even though it would take a lot of time to get to him, wherever he was, Oliver thought that he would appreciate it.

After half an hour or so, someone knocked at Oliver’s door, politely waiting to be called inside, before opening the door. A young man, as it appeared to be.
“I have the king’s schedule for you.”, he said, looking to be a bit shy. He was holding a folded piece of paper in his hand.

Oliver glanced around, trying to hide his nervousness as a swept a graceful bow to the man on the throne in front of him. He wasn’t the youngest person at court, around the same age as the king himself, but that didn’t console him. He was the youngest son of a relatively favoured noble, sent to serve under the new king to continue his family’s rise. That was all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Markus wasn’t the happiest being king. He had been forced to, so he was still very young for a king. But even though, he was as king and open-minded as his parents had been, before their passing. Only really his older brother danced out of line -which was part reason why he hadn’t became king, but left the kingdom with Markus on his own.

He smiled lightly at Oliver, knowing why he was here. He wasn’t sure what to do with him, though. His adviser had suggested he’d take a personal servant on, though he wasn’t sure he liked the idea. But what else to do?

“Good day, sir Oliver.”, Markus greeted the other. He had been informed of him, knew of his family.

“I hope so.”, Ann chuckled softly. “I’ll leave you be, then. And please excuse our king’s behaviour, he is still so very young after all.”.
She left then, leaving Oliver behind to do as he pleased. Being the king’s personal servant, he had a few more privileges than the other servants. Mostly it meant more freedom to walk around and not have to do anything, since the main task was just looking after Markus.

Said king was still in his room, but had calmed down by now, thankfully. He had fallen asleep after crying so much, having exhausted himself.