Jann is minding his own business. He is playing by himself in the courtyard with a wooden sword: this definitely constitutes minding his own business. Nothing that follows is his fault.
Five-year-old Milo comes marching determinedly into the courtyard, hugging his left arm against his stomach, a position that generally means he broke and set it within the last hour and it's still at the stage where any significant bump or strain will knock it loose again.
"Hey Jann," he says. "I need you to get something off a shelf for me. I tried to climb up but it didn't work."
That is probably where he got the broken arm.
He leads Jann into the castle and down to one of the treasure rooms.
There is a rolled-up carpet on a high shelf, partly unrolled and looking like it might slide off the shelf any minute now, and a stepladder next to it, and the remains of a small wooden crate scattered over and around the stepladder. Clearly, Milo tried to use ladder plus crate to reach the carpet, only to discover the crate was unable to hold up to even his tiny weight.
"I wanna get that carpet down before it falls down," he explains. "Cause it's right over that magic sword and nobody knows what the magic sword does, and dropping things on magic swords is usually bad even if you do know what they do."
"Because it was gonna fall on the magic sword and I didn't think it turned people into rabbits!"
"Why did you tell Jann in particular to get the carpet?" she clarifies.
"...Because he was there?"
"Maybe next time, when you want something gotten from a shelf in the part of the treasury room where we keep unsorted magic objects, you should look for someone who might know things about them," suggests Celyta.
"...but I thought it was just a flying carpet," says Milo.
"And now your cousin is a rabbit," says Celyta.
Milo looks very sheepish.
"Now. Do you have anything to say to Jann?"
"...I'm sorry I accidentally turned you into a rabbit," sighs Milo.
"The new magic sword, the one that hero dropped off on his way through, that nobody knows what it does, it's on the table under the shelf with the carpet and the carpet's half off the shelf and it might fall on the sword and that would be bad," says Milo.
"Yes. That much is true. I'll have someone move the carpet," says Celyta. "Safely. And you are not to go into those parts of the treasure room anymore without an adult."
"But," Milo begins indignantly. His mother raises her eyebrows. He shuts up.
"You can, of course, be allowed back in if you demonstrate that you are responsible enough to handle the magical treasures safely."
"I never had any problems until just now!"
"Which is very lucky, but just now, I remind you, you accidentally turned your cousin into a rabbit."
The next morning Milo trips on his blanket getting out of bed and shatters his right hip. This makes him exceptionally cranky; broken legs always do, because he can't walk on them until they're at least mostly healed, but the hip means he can't even get out of bed for the next several days. And he's never broken a hip this badly before, so he doesn't know how long it's actually going to be until he can use it again.
"Tonight I can stop being a rabbit," says Jann. This is good news and should therefore be cheering. "Mother made me eat vegetables for breakfast because she doesn't think I'd better have anything good while I'm a rabbit." This is minor misfortune that has befallen Jann and is not directly Milo's fault, and will probably also be cheering.
"I never said I wouldn't go in them," Milo points out, this being the crucial distinction as far as Milo is concerned. "It wouldn't be that hard to sneak in, I bet. And if I did it right when there was gonna be a new moon, I could just go outside when you were done petting me and nobody might even know."
Eventually Jann hops off to go out in the garden and see if anything there tastes better than carrots and lettuce. He is extremely alarmed by the shadow of a hawk, goes back inside, investigates under all the furniture with enough room for a bunny under it, submits to being dusted by his mother, has lunch (broccoli and celery and an apple slice), and goes back to Milo's room to see how Milo is faring.
When it is nighttime, he goes out under the new moon and he's a human boy again. He goes back to see Milo.
His parents have tried to discourage him from doing that, but Nightfire's blessing means that it's very easy to set Milo's bones, and he can almost never be bothered to go and get an adult and make them do it if he still has at least one working hand that can reach the problem area.
When Milo is not quite ten and Jann is not quite twelve, the Duke of Ferdinandia dies. His fifteen-year-old grandson Reko inherits.
Ainar and Celyta and a vast array of miscellaneous Raxwellian nobles - and Milo, and Jann - all go to Ferdinandia for the funeral. It is huge and impressive and there are solemn speeches and wine and less-solemn speeches after the advent of the wine. The new Duke Reko puts on his half of the crown of Raxwell, and nothing happens, not that anyone was expecting it to; it just falls over the way half a crown will tend to when you put it on someone's head. Later, in private, Reko and Ainar try to fit their respective halves back together. It doesn't work. It has never worked, but there's not much to do other than keep trying.
Reko escapes the ceremonies at the earliest polite opportunity. There aren't many places he can go and completely avoid well-meaning strangers congratulating him on his new title or wanting to talk about his grandfather... but his little Raxwellian not-cousins aren't strangers. He seems to remember someone having let the children into a courtyard earlier. He finds it.
"The bad decisions were kind of funny," opines Milo.
"I think they were less funny to the people involved," says Reko.
"She also said that just trying to stick it back together with a spell wouldn't do anything good. I think magic glue falls into that category," says Reko.
"You can't tell anybody!" says Milo. "I wasn't supposed to. But Jann was so fluffy and he didn't get to pet himself while he was fluffy, so I snuck into the treasure room again and touched the rabbit carpet and snuck out and let him pet me while I was fluffy. I was even fluffier than him."
"I see," says Reko. "And nobody knows about this?"
"Except us and now you."
The funeral proceeds funereally.
The Raxwell contingent goes home.
Jann develops a crush on the stable groom's daughter, who is four years older than him and thinks this is cute and gives him enough tidbits of attention that it's a long time in winding down. When it does wind down he promptly develops a crush on a village milkmaid, who doesn't think it's quite so cute; when he has wrested his attention away from her it is pretty clear that "Jann is fascinated by damsels" is going to be an ongoing theme.
Predictably enough, when Jann is not quite fifteen he is enrolled in knight school, where he will receive more systematic education in knight-related subjects and acquire knightliness-inclined friends with whom to practice knightfulness, with a view to being formally knighted when he's probably about eighteen.
Jann likes knight school quite a bit and usually forgets to write home until he has three or four insistent letters from his mother or other relations piled up on his knightstand.
Somewhat wistfully interested. Milo cannot go to knight school. He has tried learning several weapons, and although he's quite good at archery, any kind of fighting that involves two or more people hitting each other with things will inevitably break his bones even when his opponent is trying to be gentle. Milo would love to go to knight school, would probably even be allowed to go to knight school, but there's no way he could be the kind of knight who saves damsels from being carried off by monsters. At least not if he had to do it with a sword.
Halfway through Jann's first year at knight school, he gets a letter from Milo two whole weeks ahead of schedule. I bet I had a more exciting day than you! it begins. A giant tried to pillage the town I was visiting with Mom and Dad, and I argued him out of it! His name is Porabor and he's surprisingly nice for a marauding giant. Dad's going to let him move into that old ruined castle near the southern border, and send some people to help fix it up for giant habitation, in return for Porabor not marauding anymore and helping us clear out blocked roads and similar.
That is way more interesting than my day! agrees Jann when he gets around to reading this letter and writing back. All I did today was have various kinds of practice. Nice work with the giant! I know how to fight them but only in theory and it sounds a little too interesting all around. Why did you even start talking to the marauding giant in the first place though?
"Well, he was really embarrassed about his mistake, so he listened to me when I suggested he look into alternative career paths. And Dad said he wouldn't mind pardoning him for the one attempted pillaging, since he did seem to be very sorry about it, and they talked it out, and now Porabor lives in the southern ruins and we send for him whenever somebody needs something really big and heavy moved."
Jann does solidly okay on everything. It would be pretty hard to be more exactly smack dab in the middle of what is expected of knight students, down to being slightly better at some things than other things but the whole shebang being a wash.
When they reconvene there are also new would-be knights, and it is customary for them to get shepherded around by preexisting students. Jann had one; they're still friends. He turns up to be assigned one of the newbies himself.
His assigned newbie is a boy named Glynn. It's easy to pick him out of the gaggle, because he is the youngest, shortest boy present, just past thirteen in contrast to everyone else's fifteen-or-nearly. He has bright green eyes and bright blond hair and a positively scintillating smile.
"Okay, you can use school horses, avoid the big black one, he bites. You can borrow mine too if I'm not using her and you know what you're doing with a horse, she's the strawberry roan paint over there, see? Name is Morganite. I think that's a rock, I let my cousin name her because I couldn't think of anything."
"I basically didn't notice that it was 'at all' until I'd been mad about girls for a couple of years? And then a girl expressed the opinion that boys should kiss each other more, so me and the other fellow in the room sort of shrugged at each other?" Jann shrugs illustratively. "Very much an afterthought."
"Oh, I'll be talking to some girl - there's the magic manticore marionette, it's fun! - and we'll be trying to make plans and she feels responsible for entertaining her friend cousin sister next-door neighbor classmate whatever during the time we'd like to have our date, and then the plans are on if and only if I can find a date for this extra person. It's perfectly understandable. I'd probably have done it myself once or twice if my cousin ever showed interest in, like, company as desirable for things other than chess games and would find it helpful."
"I'll give it my best," he says, grinning. Jann has no way of knowing this, but it is the same grin he grinned when he asked how many instructors he would have to beat in practice duels before they'd let him into the school two years before the normal age with no money, no disclosed lineage, and no recommendations.
"And here's the dormitories. Your cohort's going to be down that hall, they don't assign rooms, just pick one that nobody's in and it's all yours. I'm upstairs, third on the right, if you have any questions you want to bring to your, what's my formal title, mentor? I will also be upstairs if you do not."
He is very, very good at nearly everything they teach here. His worst subjects are etiquette and equitation, but only in comparison to his astronomical talent at all the martial disciplines; he's still in the top third of both.
Glynn secures permission from Duchess Celyta to go touch the rabbit carpet, and the next morning, Milo takes him down to the treasure room.
He is even fluffier than Milo, a practically spherical blond orb of softness. Not even ear-tips are visible.
"It's hard to see in here," he giggles.
Jann wanders off and comes back with some clips, none of which were originally intended for use by men, or on rabbits, or with the other clips in the handful (they are accumulated discards from girlfriends, not a set), but which should suffice, and he sets about braiding Glynn's fur out of his eyes.
A month after Milo's fifteenth birthday, he gets restless and goes out for a long afternoon ride. It's not that unusual for him. As long as he tells his parents where he's going and when he expects to be back, they judge it perfectly safe.
He has a sinking feeling about this.
"IF YOU DON'T MIND, I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHY YOU'RE CARRYING ME OFF," he tries.
Well, maybe he can escape. And... make his way back to Raxwell from the Mountains of Morning, alone, with no horse and no map. Hmm.
"Thank you," he says, because there is no point in being rude to the dragon. Still - "I'm not a princess, though."
He thinks of asking Roxim if Roxim has any friends with better eyesight... but maybe he'd better stay away from other dragons, who, if they noticed he wasn't a princess, might be inclined to treat him as a prince. And princes in the Mountains of Morning are usually there to fight dragons.
"Well. All right."
Oh boy.
He goes to investigate the enchanted wardrobe.
On the first try it's full of dresses. On the second try it's still full of dresses. On the third try it's full of dresses in his size, and he closes the door firmly and sits down on the floor and cradles his head in his hands for a minute, and then gets up and addresses the wardrobe.
"Look, I know this is weird, but I really am a prince and I really do need clothes. Work with me here. Please?"
He opens the wardrobe again. Now the selection looks more like something he'd get at home - a little fancier than he usually likes, maybe, but no skirts. He can live with that. "Thank you," he says, patting the side of the wardrobe. "I appreciate it." And he changes into one of the subtler outfits, with silver embroidery rather than gold.
Roxim shows him the library and the treasure rooms and the kitchen. There is a frozen entire cow in the kitchen, thawing. Roxim does not direct Milo to do anything with this cow. "How are you on dead languages?" he asks when they're at the library.
When Roxim is out doing something, there are two visitors to his part of the caves, both of them princesses. "Hullo?" calls one of them, echoing in the halls. "We heard Roxim had a princess?"
"I'm afraid you heard an inaccurate rumour," he says, giving each princess a small bow. "Prince Milo of Raxwell. Pleased to meet you. Roxim mistook me for a princess when I was out for a ride."
"How peculiar," comments the taller one, a brunette; hers is the same voice that called out in his direction. "Well, I am Beryl of the kingdom of Querath, captive of the dragon Tharwex, and this is Chirailia of the Duchy of Otashire, captive of the dragon Nandgar."
Oh dear.
Banishing all thought of Duke Reko riding to his rescue (he probably still thinks of Milo as a kid anyway, and does he even like boys, Milo has not asked, Milo is still largely pretending not to like anyone), he gets out an appropriate number of teacups.
"I think once my parents find out I'm here they'll send a relative or something. They're not going to offer half the kingdom to a stranger for me, though, Raxwell has had enough trouble with that sort of thing already."
The kettle boils. He pours the tea.
"Now there's Raxwell and Ferdinandia, both ruled by Dukes, because without a whole crown neither one can confirm a king. We've been trying to reunite the kingdom ever since Ferdinand died, but it hasn't been that many generations and nobody's managed it yet."
Meanwhile, Jann hasn't gotten much better about reading his mail.
He graduates from knight school and comes home to be actually knighted. He brings Glynn, because it's a special occasion and Glynn's his best friend.
Now where's Milo? It's a special occasion and Milo's his cousin.
"Roxim. He lives in the Mountains of Morning, he's very old, and he has a reputation for being unusually agreeable for a dragon when someone comes to rescue a princess from him. But I'd still recommend that you try explaining the situation before making a more traditional challenge."
When he hears the knock, he finishes drying the plate he just washed, to give him time to think about whether he really wants to go see who it is. That didn't sound like Beryl or Chirailia. If he's lucky, it's someone who understands what's going on. If he isn't... well.
He answers the door.
"Oh good, it's you," he says. "And just in time, too. I was starting to get bored."
"Hmmm," says Roxim. "He does smell like a princess."
"Probably he should change soaps," says Jann blandly.
Roxim chuckles. "Oh, very well, he's running out of things to do anyway. Go on then. If you'd like to tap me with the flat of your sword to have a story to embellish for all your friends, you may, since you're so polite."
"That's very kind of you," says Jann, and he taps Roxim on one of his horns quite gently with the flat of his sword, and then bows again and gestures to Milo.
"I don't actually think Reko likes boys, for one thing. And he's five years older than me and has known me literally all of my life, for another thing. And even if he does like boys I have no indication he has ever considered liking me. And - and it would fix the crown - I can't - if I just went and asked him, he'd be in kind of an unfair position, all things considered!"
Jann's knighthood, combined with his general social position, means that he is a default escort when anyone in the Raxwell ducal family wants to go anywhere, such as when Milo is invited to Chirailia of Otashire's wedding (she has been rescued by a prince and they are in the way of things getting married).
It grates on him a little bit that he needs a knightly escort, but it's hardly Jann's fault. And it sure beats being carried off again by who knows what sort of creature this time.
The wedding is beautiful. Chirailia and her husband seem pleased with each other. The food is also very good. Milo congratulates the happy couple, eats delicious food, and wanders off with a slice of the incredible cake. By the time he reaches the library, the cake is gone. He admires some books and then goes looking for Jann, on the off chance that Jann has not yet found any girls to kiss.
Unbeknownst to Milo, he acquires a small grey passenger during this time. She blends in almost perfectly with his fine grey trousers; one would have to be looking from just the right angle to spot the little fuzzy lump behind his ankle.
When Milo finds Jann, Jann peers down at him and says, "You've got an addendum on your leg, there."
He twists to look. The kitten climbs around his pant leg and out of view. He twists around the other way and glimpses the tip of her tail before she whisks it out of sight.
"Hello," he says. "What's this all about?"
Tiny meow.
"I can't understand you, I'm afraid, not being a witch. Puts me at a bit of a disadvantage here."
Tiny meow.
"If we're going to have a conversation and I can't understand anything you say, it might be more convenient if you weren't clinging to the back of my leg at the time so I could at least try interpreting body language."
The kitten considers this line of reasoning, and then climbs daintily around to perch on his boot. Milo peers down at her. "Hello there. I'm Milo. And you're a kitten."
This meow has sort of a mildly sarcastic tone.
"Well, if I knew your name, I'd happily use it. Do you have one? Is there someone I could ask to find it out?"
She darts around to hide behind his foot again.
"...You don't want me talking about you to anyone?" he hazards.
She emerges into view again.
"All right then, I won't."
Meow.
"I don't think I'd have much luck trying to guess your name, I'm afraid. I'm not even sure what gender of kitten you are. Did you have a particular purpose in attaching yourself to me?"
She hops off his boot and walks a short distance away and turns back and climbs on again and looks up at him expectantly.
"You... want me to take you somewhere?"
This meow sounds affirmative, as meows go.
"I'm going to take that as a yes. Is this place you want me to take you any more specific than 'away'?"
Silence.
"I'm going to take that as a no. Is anyone going to be very angry with me if I let you stow away with us when we leave?"
Silence again.
"I'm going to take that as another no. In that case, you're welcome to join us."
She meows and rubs her small fluffy cheek against his leg. He smiles.
The kitten meows.
"Sounds like Kitten agrees. I'm going to have to come up with a name for you, aren't I, Kitten."
Meow.
"I'll think about it. I don't have any good ideas off the top of my head. Um, which variety of kitten are you, though? Boy?"
Silence.
"Girl?"
The particular meow that has come to mean 'yes'.
"Girl it is. That narrows down the name selection somewhat."
A meow of a different variety.
"...Need more information to decide?" he guesses.
Yes-meow.
"The horse is named Morganite. Morganite is a pretty pink rock. You're not any shade of pink, though, you're grey and white... there's 'Silver', I guess, not a rock but the same sort of genre, do you feel like a Silver?"
Silence.
"Not Silver then. Um... how about, I don't know... Catherine?"
Yes-meow.
"All right. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Catherine. I'd bow, but it's awkward to bow to someone who is standing on my foot."
Catherine hops off his foot and strolls away a short distance. Milo grins and bows to her. She sits and starts washing her ears with one white-tipped paw.
Unidentified meow.
"I suppose there's no good reason for you to know what chess is, being a cat. Do you know what chess is?"
Different unidentified meow.
"Hmm... was that a 'sort of'?"
Repeat of different unidentified meow.
"It wasn't a 'yes'... was it a new 'no'?"
Yes-meow.
"All right then. My Catherine-vocabulary is expanding by the minute."
"Oh, hello, Cath. We were just discussing my hopeless crush on Duke Reko."
Meow.
"You didn't know about that? I guess it hasn't come up. Well, I have a hopeless crush on Duke Reko. Jann thinks I've got a shot. Opinions?"
Cath considers this, then meows a few more times. Milo laughs.
"Well, it's good to know I'll have your support if I marry him, but I was wondering more if you thought he might like me back."
Meow, meow.
"He does play chess with me, that's true. And always responds very promptly. But so does Glynn, and I'm pretty sure Glynn doesn't like me that way."
She meows a conceding sort of meow and hops up into his lap to be petted.
"According to my girlfriend," (this title is currently held by the sister of a knight school friend), "the twin princesses of the Enchanted Forest are both married to the same woman, which I think I'd heard before, and they have kids, which I hadn't, fancy that, Reko, hey, you know what occurs to me."
Jann waits for a moment when Milo happens to be out of a room that he and Reko both are in.
Pause to gauge response...
"The princesses of the Enchanted Forest have a few things Milo and I don't, Jann," he points out. "Even if it did fix the crown, it would only put the problem off for another generation, and then you or your heirs would be left to deal with the crown's opinions of nontraditional princes."
Cath jumps down from the arm of the chair and goes over to Jann and rubs her face on his leg and purrs. This is an established sign of Cath-approval.
Milo, meanwhile, should probably be a little more careful racing through the halls of Reko's castle. He does all right until he actually gets back to the room with the chessboard, and then his elbow clips the doorframe on the way in and he sort of falls into Reko's arms giggling nervously and cradling the shattered joint.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Hi, Reko."
He flexes his arm tentatively, hisses under his breath, and presses another loose bone fragment back in place. It's his right arm, too, this is going to be so annoying.
It belatedly occurs to him that he is sitting in Reko's lap with Reko's arms around his waist. He blushes fiercely.