King Fergus could hear his wife’s yelling long before he saw what was going on. He rubbed at his head. Not again…

King Fergus could hear his wife’s yelling long before he saw what was going on. He rubbed at his head. Not again…

Tarun Kristoger remembered that day all to well. He’d been a teenager, preparing for his role as Lord Kristoger. His grandmother, Pamela, had been teaching him all the things a wealthy lord must know. He was happy. Then came the unthinkable.
His beloved grandmother died.

Tarun was at a loss. Here he was, not nearly ready to take on his full responsiblity, yet finding that he had no choice! Not only that, his younger brother Micha still needed to be cared for. It was a hard time for Tarun. Azhar, his older sister, was away at the university and was preparing to be married to the King. It was evident… Tarun would have to step up to his position much earlier than anticipated.

Lots of little ones were being born in Silvetia. King Fergus and Queen Azhar had welcomed the arrival of Prince Tyrone.

Downstairs in the servants quarters, Leal and Mairi Rhonwen welcomed beautiful daughter, Aris.

Dylan and Asha Aile had a daughter, Saraid.

Charlie and Katelyn Flannen celebrated the arrival of their second son, Niall (who I didn’t take a photo of…oops)
Sigmund and Elise Flannen joyously welcomed another daughter, Ulicia.

Let’s not forget the noble family, Tarun and Pallace Kristoger, who had twins (my second set of natural twins in the kingdom) Caspian and Calypso.

While everyone else has been busy having babies and such, the gypsy Jadzia Llewellyn has been raising her only child, Glyndwer, who’s father is a simple townie peasant.

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King Fergus had a strange practice, one that other kings would have found distasteful. King Fergus often invited his servants to share a meal with him. They would join him and eat at his table. King Fergus found it a good way to keep abreast with the gossip in the castle, not to mention it put him in high favor with his servants. Well, with Leal anyway. Since the incident with the Murdoch and Asha, the woman had not wanted anything to do with him. Of course, she wouldn’t pass up the chance to eat at the king’s table…

The two Flannen brothers, Rowland and Murdoch, had established themselves well. Although Rowland died shortly after the move to Silvetia, he left behind him a wife, 2 sons, and a daughter.

Murdoch’s wife Amoura never bore him a child, but they adopted a young red-headed boy named Charlie to become heir to their property.

After Amoura’s death, Murdoch actually fathered two daughters through the king’s servant Asha, and despite his best efforts to deny the matter, most of the kingdom knew Murdoch was the father.
It had been quite a few years since King Fergus and his subjects had first arrived in Silvetia. The King and his Queen had happily ruled the kingdom for almost a year, even though Queen Azhar was in delicate condition. The castle was becoming an increasingly busy place, thanks to the arrival of Asha’s twin girls, Rhea and Kahia.
The Kingdom was abuzz with excitement. King Fergus had chosen a Queen, and since Silvetia was still a small Kingdom, everyone was invited to the castle to participate in the royal marriage. (more…)

"HOW DARE YOU!" King Fergus roared. "What gives you the right to come into my castle and do such a thing?!?"
Murdoch Flannen was not fazed by the King's outrage. "Your Highness," he replied cooly. "The woman asked me here. It was at her request."
"GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!!!"
The merchant bowed to his king and gathered up his clothes before leaving. This left the King and his servant in the room.

It was true that Asha and her brother Leal were his servants, but the friendship between Leal and the King resulted in a much different relationship. In the months since his arrival in Silvetia, King Fergus had looked on Asha Rhonwen as something of a younger sister. "Asha! How could you do such a thing? Why would you lay with that man? He's already married. He is not your husband!"
"Hmph, he could be…" Asha muttered darkly.
"No. Murdoch can never be your husband. You know he has a wife and he has just adopted a son. He has an heir to his land. He'll never take you as a wife, even if Amoura did die."

King Fergus Gynfor, the ruler of Silvetia, decided to take his horse out for a little ride. Since his arrival in Silvetia, he'd been busy setting the long abandoned castle in order. Now he wanted a little fresh air and a chance to see exactly who had followed him from his father's kingdom. Leal had already scouted out the land and had told him where the people were living.
The little carriage pulled up to the castle. Leal Rhonwen, who was driving it, spoke to one of the occupants. "Is this the place, Sire?"
