(Yup.Alexander, Felix, Claudius, Edward, Mollie(The spoiled brat of an only princess.:P))

Edward smiled, kissing Tom's forehead and returning to his breakfast."Love you, babe." He whispered to Tom, mischievously looking over to his father.Yeah, he was trying to match the flirting of his parents with his own flirting, he would admit it if you asked.

Melinda giggled, looking over to her even shorter daughter, who was now at the age of 13, though she was only 4'7''.She took after her mother, what could you say."I hope you get a wonderful man like your father someday, Mollie." She smiled at her daughter, who smiled back a bit.

"I will, Mommy.I'm getting a man just like Daddy..I'm eyeing that prince from our neighboring country that came over the other day." She giggled, eating her toast cutely.Right now, you could barely tell, but she could be a little brat at times.The type that would scream whenever she couldn't get what she wanted, and the type that would forever call their father 'Daddy'.

Felix rolled his eyes at Claudius."Like you have better..The elder male servants do eye you, but what do you do?Show no signs of being gay or straight.I don't even know myself, and I was at your BIRTH.I'd bet you have a cutesy little secret crush, which you write in that girly little journal I KNOW you keep.I've seen it, but you friggin LOCK it, so I've never read it."

"Just..Shut up, Felix.Shut up.I want ONE breakfast in peace.ONE breakfast without a fight between you and Claudius.You can at least give me peace on our coming of age ceremony day, for gods' sake." Alexander, the eldest, said, sighing and rubbing the sides of his head."I woke up with a headache, so just be quiet.It's for the best, for ALL of us."

{mkay. Haha, I'm taller than Mollie! xD}

Tom smiled at the feel of Edward's lips on his forehead, his face turning a little red. His foot hooked around the prince's under the table, and he began swinging it a little. He stood up slightly, and served some more eggs onto his plate. Head moving from side to side a little bit, he began eating them.

Richard smiled at his daughter, kissing her forehead and rumpling her hair fondly. Then, with a sigh, he turned to his sons. Edward was flirting with Thomas, in a way that echoed what Richard and Melinda. Felix and Claudius were, as usual arguing, and Alexander was trying to bargain with him. Richard stood up and went over to Felix and Claudius. "Felix, go where I was sitting, please," he said calmly. As he waited for his son, he looked over at Alexander. "Thanks for trying, 'Zander," he said.

"Maybe I do have someone," Claudius said coldly, setting down his toast. "Maybe it's just that I haven't told you about it. Have you ever thought of that? Just cos I don't share everything with you doesn't mean it isn't happening. And about my journal, shut up. I know Mother gave you one- you just don't like using it." With that, he turned to Alexander. "Felix is an asshole," he said, his voice loud enough for Felix to hear, but quiet enough their parents wouldn't hear.

Edward smirked at Thomas's blush and finished his toast, then rolled his eyes at the argument between his brothers.

Felix stood up grabbed his plate and went over to where his father was sitting, and sat himself down, then crossed his legs.He shot a glare at Claudius and smirked."Yeah, I have a journal, but I only use it on occasionw when I need to remember something, I don't use it to write down girly little things like 'oh, diary, the handsome servant who works near my room was staring at me today, it made my heart flutter'.OH, wait, that's what YOU wrote, before you finally started locking your damn diary!So who's that handsome servant?Yuri?Kyle?Or maybe you like that frail elven boy who's studying under Draconius's father, the old crazy sorcerer..What's his name?Something girly, I remember..I'd bet they couldn't tel he was a guy when he was born." Felix laughed, before he was whacked in the back of the head by Draconius as he passed by him."You snake-eyed, girly-haired freak show!You just hit me!"

"Yeah, and I'll do it again, if you keep insulting my best friend, and Claudius." Draconius said, growling as he sat down near Thomas and Edward, along with Jacob, who sat down right beside Thomas, cringing as he sat down a bit."And if you make one little remark about how I brought Jacob to the table, I will PERSONALLY turn you into an adorable, fluffy kitten for the remainder of the day.Won't that be fun, Felix, the prince who got his wings as an adorable kitten."

"Are they always like that?" Tom asked Edward softly, nodding at Felix and Claudius. He grinned at what Draconius said about Felix being a cat, then turned to nod his greeting to Jacob.

Richard stood up and folded his arms, glaring at his arguing sons. "Felix and Claudius- if I hear one more word out of either of your mouths, I am going to lock you in your rooms. You will not participate in this afternoon's ceremony; your wings will come out in your rooms and, if one of yours should happen to be first, I will deny you being king. Do I make myself clear?" He sat down again and poured himself some coffee. He took a couple sips and set it down, nodding his thanks to Draconius.

Just as Claudius opened his mouth to retort- the servant's name was Yuri, Kyle served the sorcerer- his father stood up. Shooting his brother a see-what-you-did look, he slumped down his chair, sulkily listening to his father. "Yeah, I get it," he muttered, shooting daggers at Felix with his eyes. He turned to Draconius and said, in a rather sullen tone of voice, "Who's the boy?"

"Yes..EVERY.MORNING." Edward sighed."And everytime they see each other, too.."

Felix sighed."Yes, father.." He said, before sticking his tongue out at the king, right as his head turned.

"FELIX.I saw that." Alexander said, glaring at Felix as the younger male stuck his tongue out."You cannot hide from your older brother, I saw you stick your tongue out at Father.."

"So what if I did?I was..Licking something off my lip, Yeah..I had a bit of bread on my lip.." Felix said, trying to act innocent.

Draconius looked over at Claudius and smiled."This is Jacob..We fell in love last night, when I gave him his servant's wings." He then looked over at the king, and laughed."You know you can't actually do that, right?Remember last time you tried to exclude Felix from a big event that my father spent all night on?You were hit in the head so hard that we were afraid you would have amnesia when you finally became conscious..My father's staff almost hurts more than his magic..You should know that, you grew up with him, King Rinael."

Tom couldn't help laughing a little bit. In the kitchens, if any of the kids argued, Marcus or Alex would deal with them. Obviously, the King couldn't do what his Head Servants did, which almost made Tom wonder how he and his wife kept them in line. He watched the exchange between Felix and Alexander with interest. So this was how a normal family functioned...

Richard ran a hand through his hair as he watched his eldest son take charge of his younger brother. His children were always argumentative and annoying in private, but the absolute models of perfection and innocence in public. At least Edward had someone to pay attention to, rather than participate in the arguing. He turned to Draconius, raising an eyebrow. "Don't remind me about that." His voice was stern, but his eyes were dancing. "Speaking of which, is there anything your father needs help with? I'd love to get out of this chaos." The last sentence was spoken in an undertone.

Claudius studied Jacob. The boy was obviously a kitchen servant; no castle servant would look that thin and pitiful. He wanted to ask why everyone was choosing servants all of a sudden, but knew not to. For one thing, it'd piss off Draconius, Edward, and his father. For another thing, he was planning on choosing a servant, too. Castle servant, yes, but servant nonetheless. "Hi Jacob," he said, knowing that that was what he was expected to say.

Edward leaned over and kissed Edward's lips lightly, smirked and went back to his breakfast, now taking a sip of his tea, and glancing over at his brothers and father.

"Ah, I don't think so, Unless your speaking of things like helping him pick which robe he should wear, he was having problems with that this morning, and he didn't like I kept choosing the navy blue one, so I was of no help." Draconius laughed."Otherwise, I think he's pretty much set for today."

Jacob blushed and waved to Claudius, then leaned on Draconius as he ate a piece of toast, which was all he was having other than a small bit of eggs..He never was fed well, so his stomach wasn't used to eating much..So naturally, he only took a bit more then he usually had.

Tom poured himself a small glass of weak tea and, leaning against Edward, he began drinking it. It was good, tasted like cherries {lol}, which Tom absolutely loved. He shivered a little bit as the warm liquid hit the back of his throat. He must not have noticed his coldness earlier; he was, after all, wearing only a thin pajama shirt and boxers that were a little bit too big on him. "I'm cold," he murmured to Edward.

"Your father has always been a bit fashion-obsessed," Richard said with a small laugh. "Ever since we were little, his favorite part of events was choosing what to wear." He signaled one of the servants to bring him a cup of coffee, his usual black. "Want anything to drink, Draconius?"

Claudius smiled at the smaller boy. He was rather cute, in an Oliver Twist sort of way. The way that he leaned against Draconius made Claudius's heart ache. He wanted a lover, someone like Tom or Jacob; someone to love and care for, the way Draconius and Edward did. Oh, how he wished he'd asked Yuri to be his when he'd had the chance last week. He looked down at the remains of his breakfast- toast crust and cold eggs- then signaled one of the servants to clear it away.

"We'll get you warmed up in a bit, darling.I'll get you your robe in a bit..I'm sure they've prepared a traditional robe for both you and Jacob." Edward smiled softly, petting Tom's head.

"Ah, no, I'm fine." Draconius smiled."But I think Jacob would like a cup of raspberry tea, but he's too shy to get it." He giggled, smiling down at the little servant leaning on him, who was actually watching the King still, fascinated since he had never been so close to him before, since he usually was slaving away in the kitchen.

Ah, and who else would come to take Claudius's plate but Yuri, working in the kitchen that morning since he had nothing else to do..Wearing a robe of the winged, as well. He smiled and took Claudius's plate, very lightly winking at the second youngest prince as he leaned back up."Do you need anything else, Prince Claudius?"

Tom nodded, taking another sip of his tea. "Backless robe, right?" he asked, making a face.

Richard smiled at the boy and reached out to ruffle his hair, hoping he didn't shock the young'un. He turned around to one of the servants and beckoned him over. "Jacob would like a raspberry tea," he said. "Make sure it's not too strong; his stomach is still rather weak."

Claudius let his hand brush over Yuri's upper thigh very lightly, before squeezing it gently. "Just you in my room as soon as you can get away," he said, his voice loud enough for only Yuri to hear. Louder, so his family wouldn't suspect anything, he said, "No, that is all." He waited a few moments for Yuri to go back into the kitchen before he stood up. "I think I'm going to go to my room and start getting ready for this afternoon," he announced. "Father, Mother, Draconius." He left the dining hall, not bothering to say goodbye to his brothers, Thomas, or Jacob.

"Yes, backless.Yours will problably be different colored than most of the servants though, since I'm sure they have ones prepared for servants who are loved by the royal family.Jacob will be wearing one too, soon." Edward smiled.

Jacob blushed and squeaked a bit as his short, messy dark brown hair was ruffled, then looked back up at the king.

Draconius rolled his eyes a bit as his father walked in, finally deciding to wear the robe int he color that HE had chosen, but that his father had kept refusing.Backless, of course, in navy blue, which made his tiny, rune-etched bone dragon wings stand out quite alot.

"Good morning!I'm sorry I'm late, took me forever to decide what to wear for today." Altair laughed, ruffling the king's hair lightly.He always treated the king as his younger brother, even if they were born on the same as how Edward and Draconius were, even though the King was the eldest brother of his generation.

Yuri smirked a bit and nodded to Claudius, putting the Prince's plate in the kitchen and sticking his tongue out at Alex and Marcus behind their backs, before walking off to Claudius's room.Not like he had anything better to do, except slave away in the kitchen, like he used to when he was a young boy.

Tom scrunched up his nose cutely. "I don't want to," he said, "but I will. For you." His eyes grew wide as the sorcerer walked in. Altair had always been rather intimidating, like the King, but he seemed friendly enough right now, again like the King.

Richard opened his mouth to say goodbye to Claudius, but the boy left before he had a chance. Ah, well. He looked up as Altair entered. "Took you a long time? That's a surprise," he chortled, pointing his old friend into the chair Claudius had vacated a few minutes earlier. "Sit, and eat," he said. "How are preparations for this afternoon going? Everything's okay?"

{should we skip to the ceremony?}

"Oh, It's alright..I've worn one once, well, it wasn't backless, but it was still nearly the same.They're actually very comfortable..the top part is a bit skintight, but the soft fabric makes up for it." Edward said, laughing.

Altair laughed."Well, it's the family sorcerer's biggest day, give all of the royal children wings day, we sorcerers like to call it.So I have to look my best, don't I?" He sat down int he spot Claudius was in and grabbed an empty plate, grabbing only a couple pieces of toast, then summoning over a servant."I'd like some coffee please.Yes, thank you..And yes, the preparations are going fine, as long as you don't sentence Felix off to his room, like our last big ceremony..You remember my family's trademark whack on the head from both me and my father." Altair laughed.

(Yes, in a second.X3 one more post from you and then I shall skip.)

{yay, lolskip! xD}

Tom looked up. "Skintight, eh?" he said, winking up at him. He laughed, looking downwards. "How soft is the fabric? Softer than your blanket?"

"You always look fine," Richard answered, rolling his eyes. "If you'd find someone to help you chose your outfits, you wouldn't have to worry about taking a long time to chose." The argument was an old one, dating back to their childhood days. No matter how many times Richard tried to convince his old friend to employ a few servants, the sorcerer wouldn't back down.

{gotta go for dinner; should be back in 30. Good luck coping without me. xDD}

(Skiptiem!I refuse to type Altair's speech.:P)

It was 2:00 pm..Time for the ceremony.And of course, everyone in the Royal Throne room who was wearing a backless robe was nervous, especially the princes.It was the most frustrating time ever for them..Trying to keep themselves occupied as they listened to Altair's speech, which he was saying part by part in english, then the ancient language of the kingdom.Up on the top of the stairs leading to the throne were the princes and princess and their parents along with Altair and Draconius, then next were the loved servants, and the most loyal, which included of course, Yuri, Thomas, and Jacob, and then there were the rest of the winged servants, and then the rest of the servants, and the previous generation of royal children, the three Elder Princes and one Elder Princess.

Felix was smirking, sure in his mind that his tattoos would glow first, while Alexander remained calm as normal, Mollie was completely ignoring the entire speech, instead thinking of the prince she had seen the previous week, while Edward, the youngest, was actually showing signs of being nervous..His hands were shaking so much they were practically vibrating, he was so anxious..Was he do be the next king, or was he to be driven to follow in his Uncle's footsteps, and his great uncle, and the uncle before him, who all tried to kill one of their siblings for the throne?He wouldn't kill his brothers, or Mollie..Would he?

Tom was sitting in the chair behind Edward. Jacob, looking extremely nervous, was at the end of the row, behind Draconius. Yuri was two seats over from Tom, playing with Claudius's hair. Tom could see that Edward's back was shaking. Of all the people on the stage, he was the only one that was visibly nervous. Tom's hands snaked out and he began lightly massaging Edward's shoulders and upper back. "Don't worry," he murmured, putting his ear close to the other male's head. "Everything will be fine." He continued massaging Edward, tuning out Altair's speech. Then, a loud gong sounded. The princes and their chosen servants- Tom, Yuri, and two other servants, stood up. The servants went around the first row and knelt before their princes. Tom kept his head up, chin level, eyes fixed on Edward. He hoped to everything that Edward's tattoos would glow first.

Mere moment after the gong sounded and Altair began chanting the spell in order to release the magic in the prince's tattoos, Edward's tattoos began to glow and he fell onto his knees, nearly fainting as his wings ripped themselves out of his back, making everyone in the audience gasp.No one would have expected EDWARD to get his wings first..The first youngest prince to be kinged in 4 generations.Rage filled Felix's eyes as his own demonic wings ripped out of his back, replacing his tattoos, and then Alexander's, then finally Claudius's, then the chosen servants, including Yuri, Jacob and Thomas, and then the rest of the loyal servants..NOT including the two head servants, of course.

(You may be in control of Alex and Marcus's reactions, since Edward has been the one to punish them every time they do something he hates.XD)

Tom's wings thrust cruelly out of his back and he fell down, completely on his stomach now. He could hear the other servants and the princes falling as their own wings ripped out of their backs; he was glad not to be the only one in such pain. After several minutes of pure torture- this hurt more than any of the beatings he'd received, or getting the tattoo- he struggled to his knees, then to his feet. Still slightly blinded by the pain, he stumbled over to Edward. "You... did... it," he gasped out. "You're... King..." A little bit more steady on his feet now, he leaned up to kiss Edward.

Richard watched the proceedings with no emotion on his face. He was surprised that Edward's wings had come out first. Everyone had thought Claudius would be the new King. Alas, there must've been something about him the gods disliked. It was no surprise that Felix wasn't King; he was probably the one that'd kill for the position. Alexander... Richard wasn't sure what to make of his expectations for his eldest son. For four generations, the eldest had received the wings; what made this time so different? His eyes drifted over to Thomas, struggling over to be the first to congratulate Edward. Richard had to be the first to kneel to him, thus handing over the King-ship, but he'd do that in a moment.

Marcus and Alex stood in the back of the hall, glaring at the stage. Thomas- that piece of rubbish was to become a member of the Royal Family? He was a lowly kitchen-servant, nothing more than that. The same went for Jacob, and Yuri. Why had those three boys been given the wings, and not the Head Servants? What the hell was wrong with the Family. Glowering at the servants who were lined up at the back of the room, Marcus turned to them "Get the hell out of here," he growled. "Back to the kitchen- all of you. NOW." When they didn't move fast enough, he grabbed the ears of two of them and dragged them out. Alex followed suit, shoving others toward the door. The guests were too busy watching the stage to notice anything.

Edward smiled at Thomas and kissed his lips."And you are my queen." He smirked, then he stood up, and glared over at Marcus and Alex."Time to start changing things around here.." He said softly, with a determined, and angry look on his face as he walked over to the two head servants, and pulled on THEIR ears, for once, then beckoned the poor servants that were shoved and pulled out to come back in, with a kind smile.It was then when everyone would see his wings..not matching his tattoos at all..Angelic, as pure as snow, but with jet black tips..And his tattoos still glew."I'm sorry for running off father, but Alex and Marcus were forcing out the servants, when I wanted them ALL to see their new king.I'd like them to be demoted into the kitchen, anyway.."

Altair, his eyes wide, jumped off the stage and levitated over the crowd to get to Edward, shoving Marcus and Alex out of the way to get to him."I knew it!Your just like your father, even though that he was the eldest..Born on the same day as the sorcerer, to be named by the gods..The priests warned me of this, and told me the name you are to be called, the one chosen by the gods..Einael, an angelic name, like your father was given..I can't help it, I feel so proud..Even though your not even my son..King Einael.." He said, getting down on one knee in front of Edward."And now, I shall depart as well..The new bone winged sorcerer has been chosen, if you'll look at the blood-stained wings that have come out of my own son's back.."

Tom knelt down before Edward, right in front of him. Edward would merely have to bend his leg and his knee would be in Tom's face. He took Edward's hand, squeezed it, then pressed his lips to it. Tom was wiggling slightly with excitement. He was Queen. Him! A low kitchen-servant as Queen. Who would've imagined? He could hear a slight rustling behind him as everyone else in the room sank down, either kneeling or curtsying deeply, before their new King. Altair went over to Edward and spoke his new name. Einael. It was pretty and sounded lovely and mysterious the way it rolled off the old sorcerer's tongue. But Edward would still be Edward when he and Tom were alone together.

Richard slowly knelt down, his knees creaking slightly. He motioned to his other sons to to do the same. Within thirty seconds, the only person in the room still standing was Edward. Richard raised his head, looking at his son's wings with interest. Pure white with black tips, Edward's wings resembled the ones that had come out of Richard's back years and years ago. He looked over at his wife, who was in a deep curtsy, with tears streaming down her face, and he took her hand in his. "At least we know he's capable of ruling," he murmured to his wife.

Edward smirked and helped his father up, hugged him and looked up at him."I love you still, father..I hope the rest of your days will be long, and happy, now that you are free of your duty as king..You'll still always be king, to me.Still always be my father.I respect you much more then you have ever seen from me, and I'm sorry for that." He said, smiling up at his father, who still towered above him, a bit.Only by a few inches, though.

Altair looked across the room and chuckled lightly."Well well, the gods are having fun this evening, I see that Thomas's wing tips are glowing..Since he has no tattoos left, that would be his sign of receiving a new name..Come over here, young one..The gods did not warn us about this one, I'll need to see your palms, my young queen."

Tom stood up and went over to Altair. He felt a bit shy, as this wasn't something he'd ever expected. The gods were obviously enjoying this. It'd been a long time since there'd been a male queen to receive a new name. Tom's name would likely go down in history for being part of a rare thing. He held out his hands, palms up, to the sorcerer.

Richard clasped his son's upper arms. There were tears in his eyes. "I know you will be a wonderful King," he said. "And Thomas, a good Queen. I will always love you, my boy, and will always be available if you ever need advice on anything. The same goes for your mother." Richard bent down slightly, taking his wife's hand and pulling her gently up. She smiled cutely at Edward, unable to say anything. With that, the former King and Queen turned and left the room. They were off to change their clothes and begin making plans for their move to a beach side cottage.

Altair closed his eyes and began to gently feel Tom's palms, seeing if he could find anything about his new name."..How odd..Your name is Torinne..Meaning 'diamond in a simple stone'..Like that royal boy who was turned into a servant by an evil queen, in that old folk tale.." He said, opening his eyes and smiling."Be proud..the only time the gods ever repeat an ancient name is if one is the descendant of the last..You must have royal blood, somewhere in you..I shall stay here, for I haven't taught my son everything..So if you need any magical help, if either of you do, I shall be in my chambers, as normal..I can also help, if you need any royal advice, but don't feel like finding the former King and Queen."

Edward smiled at his father as he and Melinda walked away, signaling for everyone to stand, then glancing back at his brothers, then at the..FORMER head servants."Alex, Marcus..Come here a moment, you two..I have something to say to you two, as me and my queen's first change here in the castle, and in the entire kingdom." He said sternly, glaring at the two males.

Tom shivered slightly at Altair's words. Torinne. The name from centuries ago, of a servant-turned-king. Maybe Tom really was related to him. Maybe Tom did have Royal Blood running through his veins. But, then, how had his parents not known? How had the blood decided to show in only him and not his parents or siblings? There were so many questions he wanted to ask, but he knew this wasn't the time for them. "Thank you, Altair," Tom said, standing proudly. "I won't forget that." From the corner of his eye, he saw Marcus and Alex approaching the stage. He nodded once more to Altair, then hurried to Edward's side. He wanted to tell him what his new name was, but Marcus and Alex were too close. It'd have to wait.

Marcus and Alex walked up to the new King, glaring at everyone. They were no longer Head Servants, no longer allowed any higher privileges. The knelt before Edward, though it was done with reluctance. After a moment, they rose. "What d'you want?" Alex asked, his voice radiating contempt.

"I want you two to know, that until you behave well and begin to realize what you have done to all of the poor servants that are in this castle, that you will be none other than simple kitchen servants.If your behavior improves and you stop glaring at everyone you pass, and stop beating on the other servants, then I MAY allow you to become castle servants.But never again will you be head servants, or personal servants of me, my darling queen, my siblings, Draconius, or ANYONE.Do I make myself clear, Alexius, Marcus?" Edward said, slightly glaring down at the two."If I do, go off to the kitchen and begin helping the other servants prepare for tonight's dinner.Also, if I hear of you beating servants ever again, unless it's clearly for self defense, you will go right out onto the streets of the nearest village and I will NEVER say a word to you again unless the village you live in is burning to the ground!" He said VERY sternly, before turning to the servants who still remained in the room."And I shall not tolerate anyone else beating up on them.I may hate them, but that gives you no right to beat on them when they are now your equals.I'm trying to IMPROVE their behavior, not drive them to beat servants AGAIN.I don't need a vicious circle of poor bruised kitchen servants..Also I'll be feeding you warm food much more often, as I have seen the pain it's caused, and since I know all of the servants who are now part of the royal family would want the same."