Whenever I returned to report to the king after my tasks were done I always saw her cleaning. She cleaned even when she didn't need to and re-arranged things when there was nothing to clean; that's all she had to her being. Like how all I have to my being was to do things that the king could not. To fight when I really didn't have to and to destroy lands and homes when there was nothing else to do or fight. It's just what I do and just what she does; stuck in a pattern.
She wasn't frantic when she cleaned either, as I wasn't frantic when I fought and destroyed. She had precision and perfection with what she did and never missed a spot, like how I never missed an enemy with my aim and blade. She did as told, and when she was done, she would return to her station and wait to be summoned again; Like I.
When given a task she would abide immediately and focus on it until it was done. Nothing will break that concentration…nothing but maybe one thing, Like I…
For me, it was that blonde boy. But for her, I always broke her concentration… even by simply standing around or by passing by. She would always stop and stare at me for a few moments and say, "Hello, sir. Please be careful out there and don't get too messy," and return to what she was doing. It may be short pauses, but its breaking concentration that shouldn't be broken none the less.
So if we're made to be perfect, why do we get distracted by incredibly simple things?
And how could I have lost my helmet..?
…Another imperfection.
As I searched for my needed accessory I heard little metallic taps I knew who they belong to. When I turned around from looking under my bed I saw that she was holding it.
"Hello, sir," she said to me.
"…Hello, Ms. Marshmallow," I responded. Speaking her name, I realized I didn't really have one. I did have an alias assigned to me by the people I struck fear into; they called me 'Masked Man'. Here, they call me 'Commander' or 'Sir'. Maybe… 'Commander' or 'Sir' is my assigned name…a name is what you are referred as after all.
"Are you searching for something?" She asked me and tilted her head.
"Yes, but its found now," I replied and got up reaching for my helmet.
"Oh, this?" She asked as she handed it to me. "I cleaned it. Now it has shine and looks fit for the highly respected commander. The visor also has been cleansed for better use."
"Thank you, Ms. Marshmallow," I said and put my helmet on. As I walked away, she called out to me.
"Wait."
I turned around and as I waited for whatever she asked me to wait for, she stared at me as she normally did when we met like this. Her eyes would glow strangely as she done this; I'm not sure if anyone took notice that such a thing happened when she observes things. Growing impatient I asked, "What?"
"You have dust on your pants, Sir."
She walked over to me and pulled out one of her new rags from her apron and dusted off my pants. When done, she bowed and said, "Please be safe and try not to get too messy."
I nodded and left to continue the pattern.