Aidan was a peasant. That title defined him, from the moment he was born to this moment. His father was a baker and his mother was a cheese maker. Aidan’s grandparents had been peasants. No member of his family had ever had more than a few shillings to their name at any point in their lives.
In the early years of his life, Aidan spent most of his time helping his father in the bakery. Education was something his family could not afford. The region king had deemed this a luxury, which only the children of the earls and lords should be able to afford. However, little did he know at the time, but the hours he spent observing his father going about his business would serve him greatly later in life.
Upon reaching eighteen, Aidan made the decision to search for employment in the capital. He needed to escape the rural life, when opportunities were non-existent. He made the 200 hundred mile on the back of a cart, after pleading with a passing trader for a lift. It had cost him a large portion of his life savings, but he knew it would be worth it. Upon arriving in the capital, he quickly found himself a job as a servant in one the many mansions in the capital. It belonged to Countess Blackmore, a distant relative to reigning king, James VI. He began as a porter, lugging luggage for the Countess and her visitors.
Two years later, Aidan found himself as head waiter. He was in charge of twelve waiters, whom served the main dining room three times a day. But he was under the house manager, a particularly mean man by the name of Mr. Parsons. Pushing sixty, a life of misery seemed to have taken its toll on the house manager. He seemed to pleasure in taking his anger out on the staff below him. This was beginning to annoy Aidan quite a bit, and close to considering quitting. But when he felt he couldn't take any more, she arrived.
She was Princess Olivia. She was breathtaking. She had arrived from the county next to where Aidan had grown up. Rumours had been rife for over a week that her arrival was imminent. Rumour also had it, now that she was of age, that she was here to meet her future husband. The next few weeks saw a large increase in the number of social gatherings hosted by the Countess. They were attended by the capital’s wealthiest bachelors. Some of these men were twice the age of Princess Olivia. Very early on, he could tell that the Princess was not interested in these men. Aidan saw something in her eye, a sparkle of wildness. But this was dimming every day she spent here.
As head waiter, Aidan was responsible for running food and drink orders to the bed chambers. One particularly cold night, the Princess had requested hot cocoa. Aidan arrived and knocked on the door. He entered after he heard her grant his appearance.
“Princess here is your cocoa.”
In the early years of his life, Aidan spent most of his time helping his father in the bakery. Education was something his family could not afford. The region king had deemed this a luxury, which only the children of the earls and lords should be able to afford. However, little did he know at the time, but the hours he spent observing his father going about his business would serve him greatly later in life.
Upon reaching eighteen, Aidan made the decision to search for employment in the capital. He needed to escape the rural life, when opportunities were non-existent. He made the 200 hundred mile on the back of a cart, after pleading with a passing trader for a lift. It had cost him a large portion of his life savings, but he knew it would be worth it. Upon arriving in the capital, he quickly found himself a job as a servant in one the many mansions in the capital. It belonged to Countess Blackmore, a distant relative to reigning king, James VI. He began as a porter, lugging luggage for the Countess and her visitors.
Two years later, Aidan found himself as head waiter. He was in charge of twelve waiters, whom served the main dining room three times a day. But he was under the house manager, a particularly mean man by the name of Mr. Parsons. Pushing sixty, a life of misery seemed to have taken its toll on the house manager. He seemed to pleasure in taking his anger out on the staff below him. This was beginning to annoy Aidan quite a bit, and close to considering quitting. But when he felt he couldn't take any more, she arrived.
She was Princess Olivia. She was breathtaking. She had arrived from the county next to where Aidan had grown up. Rumours had been rife for over a week that her arrival was imminent. Rumour also had it, now that she was of age, that she was here to meet her future husband. The next few weeks saw a large increase in the number of social gatherings hosted by the Countess. They were attended by the capital’s wealthiest bachelors. Some of these men were twice the age of Princess Olivia. Very early on, he could tell that the Princess was not interested in these men. Aidan saw something in her eye, a sparkle of wildness. But this was dimming every day she spent here.
As head waiter, Aidan was responsible for running food and drink orders to the bed chambers. One particularly cold night, the Princess had requested hot cocoa. Aidan arrived and knocked on the door. He entered after he heard her grant his appearance.
“Princess here is your cocoa.”
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