SciFiGirl88 is the inspiration for this one as reader is enjoying the older fics in a similar vein.

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The man entered the room and bowed deeply before approaching the throne with genuine fear. "Majesty."

"Willem" the king nodded his head majestically and waved a hand or him to approach, the man scuttling forward to kneel and swallow thickly before he continued.

"Sire, I have a situation in one of the colonies… ah… I should have come to you sooner but I thought… I thought it would sort itself and I had no idea how… big… it would grow" Willem let his head fall on the feet of his king as he waited for permission to explain.

"Oh Willem, you always hope too much for mankind. Tell me, what have your apes done now" the king finally gave permission for him to speak.

"As you know, one of the colonies of terraformers have been out in Sector 9 for two generations, a third now being born and raised there" Willem sat back on his heels "There was an unfortunate… oh dear Gods…"

"Willem, for fucksake just spit it out man!" the king demanded.

"One of our high borne has lost his wife. It was… difficult. Their third born child was born a son, their first son and he was also the first… Bladesinger." Willem sighed "there were accusations flying from all sides of her infidelity and although her husband did defend her and claim he did not believe it… the families closed in on her and made her life hell. Finally, it was found through DNA tests that the bloodline of both he and his wife had Bladesinger through the bloodline and this little boy had thrown that way by some miracle of spark. The damage was done and the marriage started to falter. She then became ill and the rumours are that she was poisoned. Again her husband was steadfast and tried to defend her but… we suspect it was a member of staff that believed her unfaithful to their master. The fact is, the woman is now dead. The High Borne Lord is alone with three children, the youngest … Bladesinger is now eight months old. There are no Bladesinger in the colony AT ALL which again made their claims of infidelity all the more incredulous but here we are."

The king stared at him long and hard then said calmly "so this little Windy-woo has not been raised so far according to our customs or lore? Did the Blade ceremony get done at birth?"

"No." Willem sighed "The older two children are both girls, pretty little things and so full of life but they also seem … separate from their brother. He is not bonded as the staff still find it hard to accept that he is of blood so I am in a bind. We need to get this little one some culture and we also need to get this Lord a child minder that is competent and not afraid of antiquated staff."

"There is more?"

"Sire… it is Lord Harkness... the middle child of the Harkness Royal Family of Boeshane. The dishonoured Prince who gave up his title for his wife as she was not the family's choice… the wife now gone."

"I will think on this and send one of my best" the King said, rising from his throne to retire, a plan already forming. He needed to call his advisors and let his High Priest send one of his best Professors for this.

The family had a lot to learn.

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Ianto stood on the platform watching the large Away Vessel descending to take him on his assignment. He felt eyes on him with the garb he wore, the official robes of a chaste man of the Royal Family's House. A High Mage. Long flowing robes and a hooded cloak over the top that covered his head, the head band also covering the top half of his forehead so he looked at officious as he felt. He hated wearing these but when travelling, these kept him safe. No one touched the Royal House.

The Away Vessel completed the landing procedures and the ramp descended. Everyone stood watching him and he knew he had to be first to board before everyone felt they could. Again, he hated this. Ianto moved to the seat reserved for those of high stranding and settled, looking at his lap as is the way. Once they rose he let his hands slide the window cover open, watching the atmo fall away … that thin line between the planet and the space beyond, then they were in space.

Ianto realized he was holding his breath and let it out softly, raising his head now to watch the amazing beauty of the void. Then they were entering the landing bay of the Mother Ship and Ianto listened to the noises as they entered and docked.

Then the ramp lowered and he rose, heading g out of the Away Vessel like he owned it, holding his head high as he swept along following the man who ran ahead to open the royal chambers for their guest. Once inside Ianto flopped on to a chair and let out a single sobbed breath.

He then rose and walked to the secondary chamber in the back of the berth where he could finally remove the cloak and then the headgear, letting is blue locks unfurl over his shoulders.

The Bladesinger stared at himself in a mirror as he once again wondered what the hell he was doing here.

But he had made a promise to the king's High Priest who helped him get this far.

And he would try to make this work.