Arthur stood in the front of Monday's Dayroom, trying not to shake. Everyone was bowing, or kneeling, and it made him highly uncomfortable. "Please, everyone, be at ease! There's no need to kneel."

"You are the Lord of the Lower House now Arthur", chided the Will. "There is every need."

Lord of the Lower House? Because I defeated Monday? This place is a mess! Positions not being filled for 500 years or longer, lines of petitioners in tents for centuries waiting on the old Monday to deign to see them… this place needs a lot of work. But I want to go home! Though, I don't know if I can or should leave, until I get this place sorted out first. They need me here, and seem to be in fairly dire straits in other places in the House too.

"Okay then. If I'm the Lord of the Lower House, no one is allowed to kneel to me, ever again. That's my first edict as Lord."

"My Lord, this is highly irregular!" sputtered the Will, hopping about agitatedly, still in frog form.

"Will, do you have any other form? Something that isn't a frog?" asked Arthur, wearily. "It's hard to listen to you when you look like that."

Lines of text flashed across the froggy little body, and after a few moments, a lady stood where the frog once squatted. Tall, and impossibly beautiful, she looked down her nose at Arthur imperiously, "Lord, it is important that the Denizens of the House show you the proper respect!"

"Are you not a Denizen, Will?" asked Arthur, eyeing her new form warily.

"Technically, yes, I am. Of a higher caliber, created by hand by the Architect, but yes, I am a Denizen."

"Then, Will, that also includes you. You also need to show me the proper respect! And if I say that I do not want people to kneel to me, I mean it. Backtalking is not helpful, and undermining my authority in front of the entirety of the Lower House management is uncalled for! You are here to advise, correct? Advising does not make you my superior, and I will not tolerate disobedience. Do you understand?"

Shock crossed her beautiful face, before the lady swept down into a low curtsy. "My sincerest apologies, Lord Arthur. Please, call me Dame Primus, and know that I will do my utmost to advise with respect and guide you to the fulfillment of the Will, and the proper management of the Lower House and all it's environs."

Magnifying his voice with the Key, Arthur spoke. "Please everyone, no kneeling. We will get to everyone in due course." Quieting himself to his normal volume, he looked at those closest to him. If I'm going to clean up the Lower House, I suppose I should start at the top. "Monday's Dusk, you were the one who released the Will, and were crucial in helping us to get to this point. What favor would you ask of me?"

Surprise rippled across the faces of everyone who could hear, Dusk included. Bowing deeply, Dusk spoke. "My Lord, if it please you, I would like to remain in your service. Perhaps not as Dusk though, if it please you? I'd like to be promoted to Monday's Noon if you agree sir?"

Nodding, Arthur agreed. "That's sounds perfectly agreeable, yes. Please kneel, so that I may appoint you to your new position, but only for a moment!" He smiled at the crowd, since he was briefly countermanding his previous orders. Dame Primus smiled, as did the others at this quick turnabout, and Arthur's humor.

Dusk, soon to be Noon, knelt, and Arthur took the key tightly in his hand. The Key, shaped as a sword, gently tapped Dusk's first shoulder, and then the other. "Rise, Monday's Noon, and carry out your new position with pride and dignity as benefitting your service." Clapping greeting the rise of the new Monday's Noon, as he stood and faced the new Lord Arthur. Standing tall, he beamed at Lord Arthur, and turning to face the crowd gathered, he smiled even wider.

"As for the old Mondays' Noon, your treachery has not been forgotten. I understand that you were in the service of Mister Monday, but you have shown a lack of remorse for your actions, and only anger directed at me, for trying to do the right thing and work with the Will. As your punishment, I will banish you where you suggested I be banished. You will be stripped of all powers as Monday's Noon, and sent to work in the Deep Cellar."

The previous Monday's Noon snarled, and tried to lunge at Arthur. Deflected by the Key automatically, Arthur then used the Key to make him stop. "Halt! Kneel!" Fighting every movement, Monday's previous Noon slowly and begrudgingly knelt, anger and viciousness etched across his face. Tapping first one shoulder with the Key, and then the other, the old Noon slowly fell to the ground, grace and nobility leaving his form, until he was several feet shorter, and not nearly as handsome as before.

"What was your name, before you were Monday's Noon?" asked Arthur, looking down at the figure on the ground, not unkindly.

"Inclive," the figure at his feet ground out, rasping with every breath.

"Inclive, you will work in the Deep Cellar for one week, and then you will come back to see me. If you still have no remorse for your actions, you will go back to the Deep Cellar for another week. After a visit, if you are still petulant and angry, you will go back. Over and over, as many times as it takes, you will work, and you will sit with me until you have genuine remorse for your actions. You hurt people, hurt me, and you need to learn how to respect all life, mortal and Denizen alike!"

Silence greeted this proclamation, as respecting mortal life was not something that Denizens had ever heard of before. Slowly, first one then another, clapping was heard, before gaining volume and sweeping across the Dayroom. Raising his hand, Arthur attempted to call for silence. After a few moments, he looked at Mondays' Dawn. "Do you wish to keep your station?"

Eyeing Lord Arthur carefully, Dawn nodded slowly. "Yes, milord, I would."

"Then you shall remain in service as Monday's Dawn."

Turning to the Mister Monday, Arthur gazed at him, looking closely. After the Key's influence had been removed from him, Mister Monday had the look of a kind, elderly man. "Mister Monday, I would like to wait to decide your fate, until I become more accustomed to holding this office. I will not be rash in deciding your fate. In fact, what I believe I would like for you to do, to combat your centuries of neglect of the Lower House, is to be put to work. Not in the Deep Cellar, but here. I want you to go through, floor by floor, office by office and compile a list of vacant positions that have not been filled in the Lower House. I want this report by the end of the day tomorrow, as well as a list of qualified candidates to fill each and every open position. Do you understand?" Gulping at the monumental task ahead of him, Mister Monday nodded. "Yes, Lord Arthur, thank you Lord Arthur." Bowing deeply, Mister Monday turned and left the Dayroom at a trot, and distant calls for paper could be heard.

Sniffing, Dame Primus turned her head at this act of mercy, and looked on Suzy Turquoise Blue and her irregular attire with a condescending glare. "My Lord, a moment, if I may? We will need to appoint a new Monday's Dusk as well, not to mention we need to find Miss Blue some proper clothing."

"I believe Miss Blue should be rewarded for her service, Dame Primus. I would not have made it nearly this long if it wasn't for her help. Is there a position that she could serve as, and remain here to advise and work with us here in management? Her perspective has been crucial to the success of carrying out the Will. But yes, will someone here please bring clothes in Suzy's size, and in my own size as well for that matter."

"There is a position, in the service of each day. Miss Blue could be Monday's Tierce if it pleases you Lord Arthur. It is a time between Dawn and Noon, traditionally when tea is served." Looking over at Suzy, Arthur asked her, "Suzy, does that sound like something you'd like? I don't want to force anything on you, but do want to thank you as much as I can for all your help. I really wouldn't have made it nearly as far if it wasn't for you."

Bouncing up and down, Suzy burst out, "I would love that! Yes, I would love to be Monday's Tierce! Thank You!" Barely able to contain her excitement, Suzy's grin spread across her face. "I've always liked tea and biscuits! Could I maybe call them whenever I want now? I could always have tea?"

Smiling at her enthusiasm, Arthur motioned for her to kneel. Bouncing forward, Suzy knelt, smiled and looked up expectantly at Arthur. Tapping first one shoulder, then another, Arthur spoke. "Rise, Monday's Tierce, and carry out your new position with pride and dignity as benefitting your service. In the service of a Tierce, you will have the power to have tea and biscuits at your command, as well as the power of morning productivity, creativity, and early solutions!" Rising up, Suzanna Turquoise Blue stood taller, and appeared to age several years, into that of a late teenager. Attractive before, Tierce Blue was now beautiful, and smiled widely. A fierce intelligence gleamed behind her eyes, and she looked ready to tackle the morning at a moment's notice. Snapping her fingers, a teacup and saucer appeared in her hands. Grinning wickedly, she sipped her tea and stepped back, patiently waiting to see who would be noticed next by Lord Arthur.

Seeing Sneezer coming forward with a trunk of what he assumed were clothes for him, Arthur spoke. "Sneezer, you may remain in your position. Now, please, someone tell me, who is in charge of organizing the petitioners out in the tents?" Glancing around, Arthur looked across the beginnings of his personalized management team, a curious and expectant look upon his face. Bowing low, Sneezer opened the chest, revealing several sets of clothing for both Arthur and Suzy. Kneeling down, Arthur began to go through them, trying to find something that would fit him. "Well, go on, nobody jump up at once."

"Ahem, Lord Arthur, that would be me," Sneezer affirmed, holding out a few options from the trunk for Arthur's perusal. Selecting a shirt and a vest, with breeches and boots, Arthur stood back from the trunk and looked for a place to change. "Okay then Sneezer, that sounds great. I want you to line them up, in order and we'll get through as many as we can today. Dame Primus, while Sneezer is doing that, and I am changing and getting ready, I want you to call a board meeting of all Lower House management. I want this meeting to include the times of day, as well who is in charge of each floor of the Lower House, if anyone. Before the meeting, I want you to draft an agenda on what we need to work on to get the Lower House back in running order. Start with the most important, to the least important as the order in which we will discuss agenda items. Once the agenda is ready, and everyone is gathered, come and get me from the petitioner's hall, for a meeting. And someone, please bring me some food! Real food, not tea and biscuits!"

Turning around, Arthur walked back further into the Dayroom, into Mister Monday's previous study and sat down, hard. "Oomph!" Geez, I hope that went okay. Well, I'd better change and get ready. There's a whole lot to do, and not nearly enough time to do it in. Centuries of neglect, I wonder how long it's going to take me to sort out this mess before I can go home? I wonder if I even can? By the time I get all 7 keys, I'll probably become a Denizen anyways, so maybe it's better to make a clean break of things now, rather than going back and forth and opening up Earth to more interference by the Morrow Days? I suppose I can get Dawn and Noon and Dusk to check in on my family. Once I appoint a Dusk, that is. Who should I pick? My god, I can't forget about the guy in the Deep Cellar! He helped me, as much as any Denizen is capable of helping. Pravuil, was it? I'll get one of the times to go get him, and bring him up here. No one deserves to be down there. Oh wait, no one. The Deep Cellar was fairly terrible. Maybe while I'm at it, I'll call for a review of everyone who is in the Deep Cellar, and take a look at their crimes. There was serious abuse of authority going on, so there are probably plenty of Denizens down there who likely don't deserve the punishment.

Nodding to himself, Arthur quickly put on his clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror. The influence of the first Key had him standing taller, and his features looked sharper and more defined. Breathing deeply, he was happy to feel that his lungs drew breath easily. Okay then, back to it! Arthur stepped out of his new study, and glanced about the Dayroom.

Dame Primus was at a desk, a binder in front of her, making notes and working on what appeared to the be the meeting agenda. Dawn and Noon were with her, making quiet suggestions, which she was writing down quickly, one after the other. Suzy was in front of a nearby phone, and seemed to be arguing with an operator. "Yes, every single floor! Lord Arthur wants to have a meeting! I'll need you to call them all! There's been a serious change in the management, and he wants to talk to them! Well, if you can't call them all, gather up your coworkers and have them help you! It's your job to be on the phones! So do your job! No, I will not hold! I am Monday's Tierce, and Lord Arthur, the Rightful Heir has assumed control of the Lower House and is calling a meeting! No, this is not a joke!" Wincing at Suzy's rant, Arthur left them to it, glad at the quick response to his directions, and the productivity of the Dayroom.

Sneezer stood at the exit to the Dayroom, with a tray in his hands. Several letters were on the tray, as well as a plate with a cover on it, that smelled heavenly. "If you will follow me Lord Arthur, I will take you to your seat, so you can hear petitions and eat." "Yes Sneezer, thank you. Lead the way please."

Author's Note: This is my first story in a long time. Thank you to everyone who has pushed me to keep writing, and apologies that it is not on my first and original story. I haven't watched Fairy Tail in a long time, and am not honestly even sure if people are still interested in the story.

I recently picked up the Keys to the Kingdom books, and read them all in basically 3 days. I couldn't put them down, and genuinely enjoyed the universe. Arthur got on my nerves a bit though, what with him shirking his duty to fix things and running away over and over again trying to be human. I decided to try and write a story I could enjoy, hopefully, where he stays, doesn't run away, and works from inside.

I hope you like it, and thanks for reading!