▹▹▹▹ Atticus had known Agathe for some time. While the man was, by all intents and purposes, a knight or a personal guard for the Queen, there was a level of respect that he bestowed upon her, more than for her just being a Queen. He knew as much as he was both a helping hand and a formality, the woman that he was obligated, and admittedly somewhat proud to call his Queen was as capable as any other warrior, albeit with her own set of skills and power at her side none of them would ever gleam. The mornings were quiet, as they usually were, as the handmaidens prepped Agathe for the day, leaving Kit to train, go over papers, or whatever else needed to be done in the few hours that it required. It was the standard routine, before he was subject to being at the Queen's side, so long as she bade, one that he was quite comfortable with. Sure, others might find it dull or boring to repeat the same tasks day after day, but for Kit it was no more than something to occupy his body while allowing him time to think or consider over any issues that had been pressing in the days or weeks prior.
It was only when the sun was fully over the horizon and lingering into the sky that he made his way through the long corridors of the castle, dipping his head idly to a few who gave him the direction in which the Queen had gone; not typically her normal routine, but he had little complaints. So long as she was out of trouble and not halfway across the boundaries of their territory that Kit would have to cross and bring her back before the day's events, all the better. As he stepped foot out into the garden, he folded his hands neatly behind his back and straightened his shoulders, his gaze idly scanning the few faces that paid an idle heed to the Queen wandering her way through the flowers, quietly minding his step as he approached and bowed his head politely. "Queen Agathe," he'd murmur simply, announcing his presence alone as a hand drifted out from behind his back to brush his fingertips idly against a petal. Often, he mused about how much his sister would have loved this place, had she found a place within the royal household staff, but his gaze was quick to return to the Queen, and his posture to straighten as it rid his head of any idle thought. "Any pressing business of today I've not been made aware of?"
It was only when the sun was fully over the horizon and lingering into the sky that he made his way through the long corridors of the castle, dipping his head idly to a few who gave him the direction in which the Queen had gone; not typically her normal routine, but he had little complaints. So long as she was out of trouble and not halfway across the boundaries of their territory that Kit would have to cross and bring her back before the day's events, all the better. As he stepped foot out into the garden, he folded his hands neatly behind his back and straightened his shoulders, his gaze idly scanning the few faces that paid an idle heed to the Queen wandering her way through the flowers, quietly minding his step as he approached and bowed his head politely. "Queen Agathe," he'd murmur simply, announcing his presence alone as a hand drifted out from behind his back to brush his fingertips idly against a petal. Often, he mused about how much his sister would have loved this place, had she found a place within the royal household staff, but his gaze was quick to return to the Queen, and his posture to straighten as it rid his head of any idle thought. "Any pressing business of today I've not been made aware of?"