Lord Great Chamberlain and King's Protocol

[King Adam Aberdeen I]

Three days after the coronation as the Nations new King, Adam was never alone. He had people readily available to provide quills, seals, to make his bed, to ready his clothes, but when a servant followed him into the garderobe… Adam stopped him at the door. “Ah dun require assistance… Ah been wipin’ mae asre since Ah bae three…” and the lad bowed with a harmed look upon his face, as if denied his responsibility. “Yes Your Majesty…” the lad said quietly.

Even when Adam exited the garderobe, the lad was still there, waiting patiently. And as the King made his way toward the library, there were at least three to five people following him… everywhere he went, the entourage was there for every whim… Stopping, he faced the group, pointing at one lad. “You… summon the Chamberlain… immediately…” the positive response immediately offered, then the lad disappeared at a run…

Adam shook his head and started toward the library… Once where boots singularly met stone, now there were several pairs not even in a rhythm… Doors automatically opened with the individuals never looking at Adam… With a frustrated chuckle and a shake of his head, the brown hair shuffling a bit, Adam entered the library and sat at the desk, the chair immediately pulled out and pushed under his buttocks. “Thank you…” ushered from his lips without thinking.

As Mo’r Triath, Adam was served by many individuals… but as King, with a new Chamberlain, Theodore Sinclair established a strict regiment of pages, servants, and ancillary staff to provide the entire royal family with an army of people, of all duty assignments, at their beck and call. As Theodore arrived at the door, he bowed deeply… “At your service your Majesty…”

Theodore Sinclair, a proven gentleman, dressed appropriate for his station as Lord Great Chamberlain to King Adam I.

“Lord Chamberlain… dae Ah require so many people tae tend tae me?” Adam asked calmly.

“Your Majesty’s EVERY need shall be tended, regardless of WHAT it is…” Theodore replied.

Of course, the Peasant King with no learning of royalty nor blue bloodline, as he had been called by his antagonists asked question after question, with Lord Sinclair answering the questions with ‘Yes your Majesty’ followed by a reason.

For more than 30 minutes the two combated word with word, and Adam seemed, in his own mind, to have a losing battle… “Dammit Sinclair…” his fist pound against the desk… “Ah dun want people wipin’ me arse… nor sleepin’ at the foot o’mae bed… Ah nae be invalid, man…”

Poor Theodore looked to the floor, unable to look at the King… Adam could not see the man’s eyes, nor his face to see if the man was angry, emotionally hurt, or upset. All could be heard was a heavy sigh coming from the King. And Sinclair dropped to his knees…. “If I have upset Your Majesty, then I shall welcome his punishment…”

Adam walked to the man and took his arm… “Rise Theodore… let us coom tae some sart o’ agreement sir…”

This act was unusual for Theodore to witness nor be involved in… But at his King’s command he rose.

A finger went to Adam’s lips… “My Lord Great Chamberlain… Ah be new tae this sort… and Ah dun wanna becoom a habit tae laziness… so let us form a pact… When it bae public, Ah dun want yae want and required… baet as it bae private, then minimally shall Ah bae needin’ help…” Adam smiled and breathed lightly. “Ah bae more than able tae wipe mae own arse… and put on mae own clothes…” then Adam chuckled… “…’specially me undergarments… baet Ah mae require assistance wit all the fandangled hardwar and jew’lry…” he winked at Theodore, who finally smile, except to only try to hide it…

Adam then patted the older man on the shoulders and smiled… and then his attention was drawn to the door where Bess had been standing during the whole conversation. Smirking, Adam bowed a bit… “Yer Majesty…” doing it more as a tease than anything.

Poor Theodore snapped about and bowed deeply… “Your Majesty….”

[Queen Beathag Aberdeen]

Queen Beathag Aberdeen

The Queen: new title obtained by formalized ceremony, new demeanor? The Beathag that stood while men bowed was the same that stood while others bowed over the years to a woman of 'lesser' standing. Or lesser alleged, by the court of blue blooded opinion. "Rise, Lord Chambelain. How fare ye both now, sounds as if ye've come tae an agreeance o' some sort. If nay ye practiced debatin somethin' fer Parliment." One brow of darker gold rose up into the loose light flax hair that dilly-dallied nearby. Tucking the strands behind an ear, she couldn't help but to grin. "The transistion be nay sae hard fer meh. Ah've had women surroundin me for many years. (d

King Adam Aberdeen[, Lord Chamberlain/b]

Adam rose quickly and moved to his wife, offering a kiss to her cheek... whilst the Lord Chamberlain kept his eyes down until the pair separated. Rising at her command, he nods... "Your Majesty... I fare well thank you... and His Majesty was just applying guidelines of what I should follow... no problem at'tall Your Majesty..."Adam just laughed... "My Queen, I have had easier discussion in Parliament..." :::::


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Oh, thought parliment was in the study." She jested, touching her husband's arm before regarding the skiddish chamberlain again "M'lord ye may lift yer head. Ah'm glad ye are with us, n' are bringin' order from chaos. though I must say.." she said gently, "it will be I or one of m'most trusted Ladies whom shall select my maids o' honor, fer none is around me tha' is nay known, n' also nay is about me tha' is without intelligence, diligence, trustworthiness, n' humor." What of piety and modesty? Of the two they were almost givens within the women she kept to some extent. "Ah also should tell ye tha' the East Wing is kept fer m'pleasure, nay dae Ah reside in it e'ery eventide. Ah'm found in the Lord's chambers, our chambers..until he embarks on long trips. There is nay sense tae have the women make ready for nightly absolutions in the East Wing, as they already know where tae find me. We make ready in our separate places, then come tagether, our chambers are quite ample." Poor man. The only Queen whom slept beside her husband beyond having reared him children. (d)


Lord Chamberlain, King Adam Aberdeen

The Chamberlain provided the simple and expected answer of... "Yes Your Majesty..." : Adam smirked... "Theodore... Dae kings where yae coom from hump their wives...?" he could not help but to tease the man... might as well do it now, and get the man use to it...{d}


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Dun nay frigten the poor man Ahdam, good lord. Ah'm sorry Theodore, his lordship is rather brutish, but his spirit be in the right cause. We jest 'ere, our servants are as close as our kin. Our court is the same. We raise our own children, we sup taegether, we see tae their educations n' whom teaches them wot. If ye are tae survive here man, ye may need tae be a bit less....mm...rigid.Ye should meet the Lady Avalle, the Lady Campbell, n' the Lady Windsor, they are o' a supreme assistance tae ye, fer they know the entire household tae all its ends. n' as they reside outside o' court, seek ye out the esteemed Lady Heather, Heather McRoy. Between them yer life will be much easier, Ah promise." She also touched his arm, gently, lifting up his head. "N' speak in sentences. Our household folk are obliged tae comply n' are happy ae dae sae, yet they aren't mutes or say only one thing, aye? Ye've a great wit or ye would nay be here." (d)


Lord Chamberlain, King Adam Aberdeen

Again, the man could do or say nothing but heed the Queen's words , bow his head... "Yes Your Majesty... I shall make contact with all.. and ensure your will is abided post haste..." Adam walked up to Theodore... "Ah shant say it baet once... my apologies Lord Great Chamberlain..." then he winked at the man... His hand went to the man's back and pushed lightly. "Stand straight man... Command a presence... yaer just nae common chamberlain... yer a KING's Lord GREAT Chamberlain..." Theodore hid a smile... his chest puffed and blue eyes sparkled... "Yes your Majesty..." The words came out differently... more assured of himself than previously. {d}


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"There now, the King's Lord Great Chamberlain. The time o' a rest is upon ye sir. Make yer way. Sup, enjoy where all may gather, ye find many o' the court suppin' taegether all o'er the castle." She lifted up his head a scant bit higher with a grin before maneurving along. Would the King follow his Queen? Such a strange, strange lot. The 'royal woman' moved with unsual grace despite the days of cold the brought about a tense muscle within the ankle harmed in Sleat. "As fer m'self, Elise will have our heads if we dun take her fair. Good day n' good eve at once, Lord Great Chamberlain." She grinned before slipping through the shadows only now being illuminated with light as the sconces on the wall were lit (d)


King Adam, Lord Chamberlain

Adam simply winked at Theodore... "Public's one thing, privates another..." then he turned toward Bess... Theodore bowed deeply... Things will be better than expected, or rumored... He thought. His blue eyes glistened as he bowed... "Yes Your Majesties..." {d}


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Indeed, yer majesties. Heaven help us." She turned back to watch Adam's advance and Theodore's retreat before she chuckled softly, leaning into the castle wall of a hall that led to where their lives were kept. Those private livesof special moments with their children, their chambers, and secrets that were only for them and the moon to share. "Ah've four ladys in waiting, and lesser handmaidens, Ah will nay take out Theodore's system though, but it shall be a fight amongst women tryin' tae place their daughters before meh." (d)


King Adam Aberdeen

Adam followed, always near her side... "We are beyond Heaven's help lass, mabbe we should ask the pagan leaders for help tae..." and as they entered their chambers, he swats her arse... only to be greeted by toddlers...One after another, he picked up the children kissing their cheeks, and then setting them down... "Lass, Ah miss Aodhan these days... he spends much time as a squire... and he is growin sae big..." He looks to his leather skin on the back of his hand{d}


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"We could ask, were tha' there were a pagan as powerful as the bishop m'heart would gladen...mmm..'ello Muri.." She plucked up her daughter, kissing her cheek to a flurry of giggles before doing the same to her son. Her youngest son! Aodhan was once like this, all thick thighs and awkward soft hands, calling for Mama at all hours of the day. As Adam mentioned him, she grew sad.. "Aodhan will soon be a man," a mother's heart knew pride to see him grow, a squire before fourteen years for he was excelled in all his teachings. No doubt he would see battle before the year was through, know honors for he was no longer a child in the world forged by the sword, "Ah look at him n' still see the boy I rocked on my ship, or who slept on a hammock fer many years." The scottish song from Adam's mouth with no words knew full words as she held Gabriel rapt with it. Tears in his eyes matched the tears in her own. "Fer wot, Adam?" She blushed, Gabriel Giggling and hiding behind her skirts (d)


King Adam Aberdeen

Picking up Amy and craddling her in his arm, he walked around the room... softly whistling a Scot tune... He did not sing, as he would be afraid the rivers would dry up and the sea recede... so he stuck to whistling...After a few rounds, she acted frustrated and he handed her to the maid for changing...Looking at Bess, he smiled... no words could explain the feelings but seagreen eyes just blinked back tears of joy... all he said to his beloved aand beautiful wife was ... "Thank yae lasss... "Faer being my wife... and givin' mae such a family... faer accomplishing more'en we ever knew could bae possible, despite the physician's words... though Ah truly belived in yae..."He leaned down tickling Gabriel... and kissed her head before he rose. "Aodhan will do well as a knight and prince... we have dun our best tae guide him..." he smiles, his strong hand upon her shoulder. "He'll be a good king one day '{d}

Queen Beathag Aberdeen

"Aye, he will. N' Ah speak o' pride tae see him...as he is now. Ah just remember him when he had a head as gold as Gabriel's n' with time it only stayed gold in his roots. A mother's memory is long..n' Ah thank ye fer believin in it', and in me. Fer tryin when Ah thought we should nay e'end are tae hope, n' then came Davina..n' the rest o'em. Ah'm a mother happily made, Ahdam." She kissed his cheek and smiled (d)


King Adam Aberdeen

He plopped on the large bed... his hands behind his head... "Aye lass... we bae proud... and blessed... though yae know, tis goot ta practice still..." and just then the children found the way on top of the bed... Davina, Muriella, and Gabriel pounced upon the "old" man...{d}


Queen Beathag Aberdeen

Beathag laughed heartily as practice turned henceforth into merriment of innocence. She joined the fray, giggling with the girls and storming imaginary battlements with her son. It was only when they all were least suspeting that Aodhan came from behind them. He tip-toed in on cat like feet, wrapping his thick, muscling arms about the pale shoulders of his mother. He had come home from his lessons, delighted to find that his knight would come to court to sojourn for a time. They were all, and all was one. The royal family was not of stiff collars and no love. Time would write them as a family who lived as nothing less ."Ye still can nay best yer mum!" She laughed, tossing him backwards only to be pounced, with Adam, by all the children in a warm embrace. "Mumma," Davina asked in innocence, "Shall you have one more boy or one more girl? " She grinned, "M'bed, m'arms are full now. If Gods ordain it sae, precious one. Yer mum is nay as young as ye think she is." "yer beautiful mumma, a fairy princess." (d)