Terence rolled his eyes in annoyance as Garret and Paul called out to him. He had just got working in the barn and they chose now to call him. The young boy ahd no father and no mother. His mother died giving birth and there were rumors that his father either died or was lost at sea.
"TERENCE! Get over here now!" Garret called out from his bedroom castle window.
Terence sighed again as he placed the last bundle of hay in the pile of the rest and set the rack down.
His friend, Christian, was orphaned and was raised by Rangers. Only Terence knew. Christain set the bucket of horse food down in front of one of the horses and pat it's neck.
"Garret again?" He asked making his friend jump out of his skin. "Sorry, habit."
The young boy smiled and accepted the apology before heading over to Roux's castle to see what was needed. He just hoped it wasn't as bad as the first time he was called multiple times.
Garret paced back and forth around his room, impatient that his servant hasn't arrived persically on time. Paul, his friend, sat on the corner of his bed, playing with some cards.
Garret was the son of Roux, a very rich man who married a lady from the kingdom. Paul on the other hand had a fisherman for a father and a witch for a mother, he dispised both of them and ran away to live with his friend but little did he knew, his father was actually a knight and his mother was a scryer for the queen.
"Where in the hell is he?" Roux's son asked, clearly becoming more impatient by the minute.