A/N: In my country Father's Day is on 23th of June, but I was out and couldn't write it until yesterday. There's nothing about that, but there's still some father, or however you call him (how do I - see beneath). I'm curious what are you gonna think about that. Hopefully, Eugene isn't out of the character.
Fitzherbert
Eugene was sitting on the windowsill of one of the bay windows scattered close-grained along the palace hall. Ruby beams of sunset were casting long shadows at his face and a book placed on his knees. In the palace much emphasis was placed on the education, mainly in so far as history and geography, and mainly in Eugene's case. But Eugene wasn't reading, though. From under his squinted eyelids, he was observing a scene happening beneath.
Rapunzel grunted. He didn't even turn back, but she could clearly see as he pointed her the sit next to him.
"Well, sooo… what are you doing?" she asked and frowned when Eugene dried her up by a gesture. "What's the-"
"YOU IDIOT!" she heard some man's voice from beneath. Rapunzel skipped and immediately leaned over the windowsill. On the courtyard was a rich-ornamental coach, from which a tall, rather skinny man had already gone out. The voice was his. His face was intensively red, what was perfectly visible even from so great distance, and Rapunzel thought that he looked very funny. She turned back to tell Eugene about her insight. Eugene looked at her as he saw her for the first time in his life and wasn't sure what to do: eat, ignore or throw away through the window. "BE CAREFUL, DAMN, WHEN YOU'RE TRAIPSING! I DON'T PAY YOU FOR-"
Eugene choked and Rapunzel, sadly, didn't hear what that chap didn't pay his maid for. She had already seen her; the chubby, very short girl with a windswept hair, who, sobbing, tried to pull out the pile of the jackets and shirts from a puddle.
"I TOLD YOU'VE GOT TO DO IT QUICKLY, YES OR NO?" roared the skinny man once again, gesticulating even more, just like he was repelling some intrusive insects. Rapunzel giggled. Eugene did it sometimes, too. "YOU…" There came a word so vulgar that even Eugene never used it.
"Lord Herbert is such a fool," said one of the lackeys from the end of the hall. He was saying without any emotions – except of tiredness. "But it isn't odd after all, his father was just like him. It's kind of obvious thing. All Notchedswords are yellow-dogs."
Herbert, Herbert, Herbert… Rapunzel couldn't recall how did she know that name. She moved her gaze at Eugene, looking for help. Suddenly, the answer hit her, extremely hard.
Eugene Fitzherbert.
A bloody blush flourished on Eugene's face. Rapunzel realized that was the first time he ever met his father.