Hello! Alas, it is Saturday and I am here to post! I've actually had this scene written for over two weeks, and it's a good thing, too... I didn't get much writing done once school started. BUT hopefully I'll be able to write some more now that I kind of know my workload. Maybe. The next scene is super long so I might just end up posting half of a scene!

Here ya go :)

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It didn’t take long to find a rhythm for his days. With so much to do, there had to be structure to get it all done. In the morning he ate breakfast with Deanna and Balec. Then they would walk to the King’s Hall, escorted by Oliver and his squadron, where the King’s Court would convene. Afterwards, he would meet with the Court Master and listen to the cases of his citizens until he became hungry. It was usually high noon by then. The Sitting Room was always bustling by the time Lucius arrived because people quickly figured out his schedule. Sometimes, on days where clouds covered the sky but rain did not yet fall, Lucius would find time to spar with Oliver in the training grounds by the barracks. 

Today was such a day. 

“If I had time to train every day, I am sure that I would beat you.” The two men, armed with wooden swords and shields, circled around each other. Lucius had been sparring with Olliver for 5 years and had won only once. 

“Maybe.” Oliver, besides being 10 years Lucius’ senior, was also shorter, faster, and much stronger. He darted around his opponent's shield and struck him firmly in the side. “But unlikely.”

Lucius attempted to whack him on the side of the head, but, unsurprisingly, failed. He huffed out a laugh. “Alright, you win. I’m done for today.” The two walked over to the armory and disposed of their dummy weapons. There was a large basin of water with towels they used to wipe off their faces. Despite the cooler weather, Lucius was still drenched in sweat. He glanced at Oliver and realized that the man hardly looked winded. “Did you quit training during the mourning days, Oliver? I feel like my body is on fire after such a long break.”

The soldier’s lips thinned. “Your safety is my priority, your majesty.” 

“I suppose.”

Olliver narrowed his eyes but kept silent. The noise from the training fields was muffled through the wall, and the dulled clashing of wooden swords and shields surprisingly soothing. Lucius’ body was already sore from the workout; it would be okay to rest for a second, he figured. He sunk down on a bench and let his eyes shut for only a moment. 

“Your majesty.” 

The world began to move again. When Lucius looked up, Oliver was standing above him in full uniform. “How long was I out?” He stood abruptly, suddenly wary of the time.

“Just long enough for me to dress, your majesty.” Though Oliver’s tone was flat, there was the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. He held out Lucius’ day clothes and moved by the door while the king changed. 

Lucius couldn’t remember if his father trained like this. It wasn’t like there had been a need to be prepared for battle, but the man had been quite healthy and fit for 54. No one was expecting his life to end as soon as it did. “I’d like to train every day from now on, regardless of the weather.” 

Oliver remained silent. 

“It doesn’t have to be with you, but, regardless, I am not prepared for battle should the necessity arise.” He finished changing out of the loose training gear and threw it atop an overflowing laundry bin.

“I wouldn’t have you train with anyone else, your majesty.” 

Lucius smiled at Oliver's back. “Starting tomorrow then?” 

The soldier sighed. “Tomorrow is the celebration. I am at the mercy of Jaque.” 

“Oh. I did forget about that.”

“Truly.” 

There was a moment’s pause. “The day after tomorrow, then!”

Oliver simply nodded. 

After the exercise, the rest of the day continued as expected. Lucius had a light meal with the Dukes, went to say his ritual prayers at the church of Kalo Nima, and bathed and dressed before the large castle-wide dinner. Somehow, he found time to briefly speak with Jaque about the security for tomorrow’s event and with the Master of Ceremonies about the celebration itself. By the time all was accomplished, he was drained. 

But, for as long as he could remember, Lucius and his mother would walk in the gardens before bed. When it was summer the sun still brightened the sky. As it was, with winter approaching, they caught the tail end of a sunset that highlighted the clouds. Pinks and purples and a deep red faded into an even deeper blue, leaving just enough light to illuminate the garden with soft golden hues. 

It was nice. 

Oliver’s squadron had retired a few hours ago, replaced with Clark’s. The guard in charge of the king’s safety during night was, thankfully, quite good at being scarce. It at least felt like they had privacy. 

It was peaceful. 

The queen found herself leaning into her son as they walked, and Lucius quickly put an arm around her shoulders. For a while they roamed the gardens in silent companionship. Then, rather abruptly, specks of light began appearing in the air around them. First there was one, in the next moment hundreds.

“Light bearers,” Lucius breathed. When the season was just right, and the evenings were just barely warm, glowing insects would appear in the dark of night. Rarest of the light bearers was the butterfly. It’s body glowed, but its wings were coated in a reflective material that shined in patterns. He had learned about them as a child. 

Deanna was smiling by his side. “Your grandmother had this entire garden renovated to provide the best home for the butterflies.”

Funnily enough, Lucius hadn’t learned that in his tutoring sessions. 

“It was for my sake,” his mother continued. “My home was full of them before I married Ignes, and I missed home so much that she couldn’t stand the sight of my moping. Seeing the butterflies made me feel less homesick, yes, but it was her actions that made the castle feel like a home.”  

Lucius found himself smiling alongside Deanna. “I don’t remember much of grandma.”

“Her and I were quite alike.” 

“Then I would have liked her perfectly well.” 

The queen suddenly grew stiff, and she turned her head away from Lucius to stare at the ground. “Liked, yes,” she whispered. “But loved?”

“Mother, if you’re implying I don’t love you, you know that isn’t true! I care for you deeply, as any son should.” 

Deanna sighed. “I know you care for me, of that I am not afraid. But did you care for your father?”

Lucius had to take a second to try and understand her train of thought, and was quite unsuccessful. “Mother-”

“No, Lucius, answer.” 

“Of course-”

“I highly doubt that.” 

“What are you demanding of me?” 

Deanna stepped away from his arm, light bearers dancing out of her way as she moved. She faced him. “You look so much like him, Lucius. The way you both held yourselves is almost exact, and your features are so alike. Sometimes I wonder if you’re the young Ignes himself, come to haunt me.” Then she stepped closer, her eyes narrow as she scanned his face. “But I can see myself, too. In your eyes. And sometimes, I think, in your heart.”

“Mother, wha-” 

She grinned. “You must understand that I loved your father dearly. Ignes was… he was good to me. But you must also know it is my daily prayer that your heart is different.”

If Lucius could describe his mother with one word, he would call her a “storm.” Sometimes her mind and emotions would run so fast he became confused, and her riddles left him dazed. He stared at her for a moment with wide eyes. “Mother, where is this coming from?” 

“It’s getting late.”

He reached out and grabbed her arm before she turned away. “You can’t leave this unexplained!”

She looked thoughtful for a second, and then shrugged. “I can and I will. It’s late, I’m tired, and I should have said nothing at all.”

Before he could argue again, guards appeared around the corner to escort them to their rooms. Lucius shook his head at Clark. The man, however, misunderstood the command. He sent a few men with the queen to her rooms while the rest returned to their hiding places, leaving Lucius alone.

Something in his heart twisted as he watched his mother walk away. She exchanged pleasantries with the guards, acting as if nothing had happened at all, and left him in his confusion. Finally, Lucius sighed. “Clark. I’ll retire as well.” He did, after all, have another long day tomorrow.

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I have no questions today! Just asking for you raw, initial impressions of this scene. Toodles!

Here is an UPDATED much much cooler map for y'all while I keep writing words. It's just a rough draft and I created lore for the entire world while making it, so it's awesome. I can't wait to plot out the backstory to every city and town even though it might not ever be relevant! :D

Now poor Lucius has yet another thing to baffle him.  I think his mother confuses him frequently.  The light butterflies (blanking on what you called them) sound beautiful and adds a nice background to the scene.  I can just imagine the butterflies giving a warm glow to Deanna and Lucius's faces as they talk.

That is an amzing map!  I only wish it wouldn't be so blurry when I zoomed in to see the details.  I would love to hear all the lore.  You could write a supplementary book with all the stories about the origins and beginings of the towns and the lore.  Kind of like Ursula Leguin's Tales from Earthsea, the fith book in her Earthsea trilogies, which is a collection of short stories from different time periods in her fictional world.