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[Light]

The Kings reply is cut off by the closing of his bedroom door, the hallways of the castle back to the hustle bustle they were before he had left the meeting.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Kirra rolled her eyes and hurried down the corridor, shoes clicking softly. She left the basket in a small laundry room, where she would get to it later, before bed. Next, she headed down to the kitchen to check on supper.

[Light]

Harald, the Kings adviser, was down in the kitchen as well, checking on the food. His grayed hair was pulling back behind his head, his neat and dully colored. He was testing the Kings food for poison although no one in the kitchen most likely hadn't ever had the thought of killing him.

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"Good evening, Harald," Kirra had a pleasant smile for the older man as she walked in. She brushed back some of the tendrils of hair and stopped by his side, "Everything seem alright tonight?"

[Light]

He sets down a silver spoon and dips his head in greeting to Kirra, "Yes, I believe this is just right for our King, this fine evening."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"He wants to take supper in his room tonight," Kirra told him, retrieving one of the fine china plates, "I am here to bring it for him."

[Light]

"I do not blame him," The elder nods his head and steps away from the serving bowl, "It was quite hectic today, and shall be for awhile."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She paused and looked back at Harald, "You will watch him, won't you? Make sure he is okay?"

[Light]

"I have for fifteen years," He nods his head with a small smile, "I shall continue to do so till I pass."

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Kirra smiled back at him, her hazel eyes sincere, "Thank you. I worry about him, out there. But I feel more at ease knowing you're around."

[Light]

"And I feel better knowing there is someone looking after him when he retires to his room. There aren't many people I trust to look after him as you do, Kirra," He gently picks up a plate and sets it beside the one she had been preparing, "I think he would appreciate something sweet as well," Harald muses.

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"If we keep slipping him sweets, he'll get fat," Kirra clucked her tongue, but relented, filling the other plate with dessert.

[Light]

"But it gives him more energy to burn off," He adds, grinning underneath his snowy beard. "Just what he needs when they keep him running around all day."

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"Yes, I suppose that is true," Kirra picked up both plates, balancing them easily, "He'll need a mug of ale as well."

[Light]

"I shall carry it for you to his room," the old man offers while retrieving a large silver cup, "Wouldn't want you to spill any,"

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"Me? Spill? My, my, Harald, you underestimate me," Kirra shook her head and headed out of the kitchen, taking long, graceful strides.

[Light]

He catches up to her holding the glass, "Can never be too sure," he lets out a short laugh, "There are quite a few messengers running about in the halls this evening."

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"If I were to spill, it would be their error, not mine," Kirra answered innocently, looking over at Harald, "I never spill His Majesty's food or drink."

[Light]

"YEs of course," he agrees with a nod of his head, "Someone of your skill would never, the fault is all on the faulty runner that should have been paying more attention--he himself works for the king as well."

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Kirra laughed softly, her plaited hair swinging behind her, "The fault is never on women, Harald, you should know that," she teased, her voice full of affection, "Women are always right."