He walked with an air of importance through the many rooms, stopping every so often to survey the surroundings. He was the master of the house, although his name was not the one mentioned when the owner of the mansion was introduced in a polite manner and regal voice.
He was all seeing of the sights and sounds that passed over the grounds and floors, and on a particular warm day, each window.
He never wanted to be a king, no. He picked up a book that was left abandoned on the small table in the library. This role, fit him well; a cultured and knowledgeable man. A man of honesty and a man of elegant words, a man who would keep his promises to a very fine and delicate point.
A voice down the hall interrupted these flowing thoughts.
"Sebastian, can you come here please?"
He turned with a courteous smile, his eyes slightly squinted, and nodded his head. "Yes, My Lord."
He placed the book back to its proper place on the shelf before making his way down the hall toward his young master. You see, the cultured and knowledgeable man was also a man of his word. And this role was a simple one.
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