Here comes the night, here come the memories
Lost in your arms, down in the foreign fields
Not so long ago, seems like eternity
Those sweet afternoons still capture me
At a distance from the castle that resided in the countryside of France at the city of Perrault, the French townspeople were already on their routine schedule of chores for the day while the boys and girls were able to dance and play under the bright, medieval sun. One boy in particular, however, did not. Within the large château that he lived in, the boy stood on a chair to gaze through the window. His golden tufts of uneven hair on his forehead tousled against the glass of the window that he pressed his forehead onto, grey eyes staring at the children playing through the window with his lower lip jutting out in a formation of a pout as he tried to ignore the sun beckoning him to run outside and conquer the sun's shadows. Granted, the boy would run out to play every now and then but he chose to restrain himself from leaving too often, yet it was not for the common reason one might quickly assume. It was not as if he were forced inside under any strict or overprotective parents. Phoebus simply did not want to leave his mother. Though he was the son of one of the King's formerly dedicated knights, family was one of the things the boy of nobility treasured more than his wealth, and it was something he will forever treasure for the years to come. His only family in this case was his mother, who remained in a saddened state of mind ever since she lost her love, her grey transfixed eyes dead to the world around her. Ever since he learned that his father was not coming home from the wars, Phoebus remained devotedly beside his mother no matter how much he wanted to run outside and play with the others. Even though his mother did not like to speak all that much, he wished to keep his mother company by just being near her in his efforts to cheer her up if only a little.
Several solid knocks on the front door followed by the distinct sound of his mother's serene voice caused the boy to perk his ears and turn his head away from the window to look over his shoulder curiously at his blonde mother sitting up from the bed to leave the room. The golden haired boy took a mighty leap from the chair but failed to land perfectly and landed on one knee instead before he scrambled over to his mother's side. They walked along the long, finely adorned corridors until they reached the front doors of the house. One of the chambermaids opened the doors for the nobility to meet with their guest. Inside, stepped in a tall woman of noble air.
"Good evening," Aletheia, named after the Greek goddess of Truth, greeted the guests in such a tranquil tone that made it sound as if she barely spoke. Her tall, slender figure stood there completely still with her golden wavy locks cascading over her shoulders; her dainty, milky white hands folded formally in front of her further related her to a freshly sculpted statue that added to the lavish decor of the château. There was a faint recognition in her dim, grey eyes that recognized who the girl that accompanied this woman was. She knew the girl's father long before. This young girl was of noble blood and was now being sold as a chambermaid to this household. Aletheia accepted the payment only because she wished to provide a fine home here for the girl that many others would not.
While the two adults spoke their grown-up talk, Phoebus poked his golden head from behind his golden haired mother and raised his eyebrows curiously at the girl that stepped in beside the tall lady. She was taller than him by a few inches, which made Phoebus crinkle his nose with a disapproving frown. Girls weren't supposed to be higher than boys! This was not what the young Phoebus was taught in terms of how the men were supposed to rule over the women in this medieval time period. Still, the boy couldn't help but have a tiny smile steal across his lips at the idea that now he had someone to play with. When his mother looked down at him to introduce her son to the two guests, his smile instantly disappeared before she could notice. No, he should know better. After all, nobility was not allowed to intermingle with people below his class. She had her place and he had his. That was just the way of feudalism.
(Note this is Phoebus when he's a boy so he'll be a lot more immature than he is in the movie obviously and he's at a point where he'll learn to have an open mind about others below his class. But I'm still keeping him mostly in character in keeping his devotion to family, his awkward and fail moments, and his love of having someone to accompany him and talk to, etc. Hope it's okay! <3)