"Lord Valvatorez," the fair skinned werewolf began as he stepped into his lord's chamber, "Your breakfast has been laid on the table for you." He continued, bowing, "It's nearly noon, you should be out of bed by now…" The man then slipped out the door and proceeded down the hallway to a separate room where the smell of freshly caught fish filled the air with its sharp aroma. He sighed and shook his head at his strange lord's taste. A meek little Prinny stood on the edge of a chair, pushing the last platter of food onto the table.
The werewolf clapped his hands and the Prinny jumped off the chair, running out of the room as fast as he could. The chair wobbled and slowly tipped over. The tall werewolf seemingly teleported to the side of the chair and prevented it from tumbling down. Setting the chair still once more, he rubbed his forehead and brushed a hand through his grey hair. His tail dangled behind him as he loudly moved towards the head seat at the table where his lord sat.
Moments later, the sleepy vampire slumped down the hallway, rubbing his eyes against the bright lights. He yawned as he entered the room and moved over to his seat. His werewolf steward pulled the chair out for Valvatorez and pushed the chair back in. Snapping his fingers, the werewolf summoned a Prinny from the kitchen. Shaking, the Prinny entered the room and slowly lifted the cover off the silver platter. Underneath were four fresh Sardines; the lord's favorite meal.
Grinning, the silent steward watched his master gobble down two of the sardines quickly. Then, as he went to take a bite out of the third, he stopped. The steward bit his lip slightly as Valvatorez turned to him, "Fenrich," He began, raising an eyebrow, "Why is there human blood in this sardine? Sneaking it into my diet once again, are we?"
Fenrich sighed and put on the same half-heartily smile and took the platter from his lord, "You've seen through my conniving once again, my lord. I'll have more sardines caught right away." He turned to leave with the patter but his large ears heard Valvatorez push himself out of his chair and felt Valvatorez place a hand on his shoulder.
"That won't be necessary, Fenrich." He continued, "I'm not particularly hungry right now, even for sardines."
Fenrich looked down at his master, the platter balanced on his right hand, "Are you sure, Lord Val? Are you feeling sick?" He asked worriedly.
Val shook his head, "Not really… I feel just fine." The shorter demon walked past Fenrich and down the hall adjacent to the one that led to his chamber. At the end was a door to the main base, leaving Fenrich to stare after him.
The alone werewolf thought for a moment, 'It's not like him to turn down sardines…' His lord's refusal made him somewhat worried but even ex-tyrants had their bad days, right?