Barrymore was in a hurry. Actually so much so that he found himself running, his tailcoat was already bulging behind him. But there was no other way there were news that his master was on his way to the throneroom - fast. And Barrymore had to be there first. He only thanked the Titans that nobody could see him moving through the royal chambers in this unworthy manner. He were just in time to grab the doorknobs and open the two large ornated doors as the man rushed into the room:
"King Tramennis, ruler of Jetstone!", Barrymore yelled into the room. The king stopped in his movement and turned towards him. He looked absolutely and totally fabulous in his royal... dress which was richly and cleverly adorned with radishes. His Highness just looked like the old days back when he was Prince. But there was more. His body language showed signs of deep concern and in his face one could make out delicately chiselled features of worry. The burden of a whole world seemed to rest on his shoulders. After he recognised Barrymore he added some warmth into his general expression.
"My dear Barrymore, we talked about this before. There is no need to announce me." With a wide gesture he turned to the crowd, a bunch of regular figures that usually populated the throneroom. "Im pretty sure everyone in here knows who I am." "Yes, Sir, excuse me. This is all very new to me." Barrymore slightly bowed. "Dont worry", the king said, "the recent turn of events kind of overwhelmed us all. But we will adapt." Barrymore bowed again. "I understand, your Highness."
Now the sorrow had found its way back into the kings voice. "Did the messenger this morning tell you when and where our thinkamancer has to listen to?" "Yes, he gave exact and detailed instructions. The transmission is about to begin." Tramennis nodded but it looked more like his head had become too heavy to hold it up straight. He was about to turn away from his servant but said servant addressed him again.
"Good Sir, may I speak freely?" Surprised Tramennis looked up and into his butlers eyes. He noticed that Barrymore was very nervous afraid of crossing a line here and that he lowered his voice in order not to break protocol too much. Tramennis came closer to him, put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. "Of course. What is it, John?" Barrymore straightened up, honored. "My wife..."
This word sounded quite awkward. During the old days relationships between ordinary units were plain nonexistant. The terms "wife" and "marriage" were only used if two mayor royal sides arranged for a marriage between their male resp. female offsprings. But this was more like a formal thing strengthening an alliance and such. The whole concept of a relationship between units actually adds nothing to the war effort, hence nobody ever even considered it.
Not so King Tramennis. From that day on he had a chance to speak to that "extraordinaire" Lord Hamster - back when Spacerock fell - the king came up with more and more out-of-the-line ideas inspiring all around him. It was said that Lord Hamster mentioned the whole relationship thing as a sidenote making something the king later called a "snappy remark" about it. Unfortunately the king never had the chance to discuss these things any further with the Lord Hamster as the second time they spoke the subject was too severe and serious to discuss other things only out of curiosity.