It can be annoying to serve Mi'lord at times. A second-year should be able to at least present himself. Not call me over to assist him. His blonde hair swayed as he moved about his mansion. He was clearly not from Japan, his slender figure and slight accent made it clear he was from the western world. Though I already know he was from France. My snow-white hair was shorter than his, but nothing to compare to our stoic senpai. He whined as I hit a snag while brushing his hair, and I felt a vein pop on my forehead, but didn't act to yell at him in annoyance.
I continued to help him out, even though he clearly asked me to come over for my presence and not to do everything for him, as he has maids for that.
I will still assist him in anything he needs, as for what he did for me is something I cannot repay.
He has told be stories of how he will find the one he will marry, and how he will buy my father out of his business and hire me as a personal servant, to which I purposely snag the brush through his hair to shut him up. It does warm me to know that he does care for me however, unlike certain people I shall not mention.
I cannot repay him, so to be paid to work under him is contradictory. I would never be able to pay my debt to him and the host club, but they have told me not to worry about it. Except for Kyoya, of course.
I have often fantasied of the day where everyone will grow old and leave me behind to focus on building their empire and raising their prodigy. They have told me they would never do that, but I know better. The economy is no small business.
I must focus on the present, as to know that the future is out of my control means there is nothing to stress about it, the inevitable.
It all sounds confusing as of now, so let me take you to the day it all changed. The day where my future was set in stone. The day where Mi'lady had met Mi'lord. The day that changed us all.
All because of a distracted girl that ran into a vase.