"London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down~, London bridge is falling down, my fair lady~."
You continued to hum a melody you've heard numerous amounts of times in your childhood, a warm smile never leaving your features as you tip – toed your way across the thick brick wall under you at a steady pace. Keeping your arms out horizontally, a chuckle escaped your lips while snow fluttered down softly and the sun started to rise, the scenery being ever so beautiful while it blended within the sunrise.
"Build it up with sticks and stones, sticks and stones, sticks and stones~, build it up with sticks and stones, my fair lady~."
"(y/n)."
You widened your eyes as you twisted your foot backwards, causing you to rock back and forth from the robbery of your balance. On cue, a stiff arm slipped around your waist and a gloved hand caught your wrist, you're tottering coming to a hault.
"One should watch their footing when scaling and eight – foot bricked wall."
Immediately the delicate expression on your face was replaced with a look of embarrassment as you turned your head to look into a pair of soulless, violet eyes.
"Drocell…"
The butler glanced down and nudged your left foot an inch or two, silently indicating for you to start walking again. Catching this, you looked straight and started to stride your foot forward, feeling him mimic the movement exactly as you did so.
"Brick isn't a nice texture to be walking on, don't you agree? I wonder, what to replace it with? Clay flows too much, and iron is too brash. Therefore, I think…"
Swallowing lightly, you tried your best to keep a blush hidden as the both of you continued down what was left of the hard stone, your singing intertwining with his.
"Make it out of gold and silver, gold and silver, gold and silver, make it out of gold and silver, my fair lady~."