It was barely an audible whisper of the softest passing breeze, and a group of cloak-wearing strangers stepped out of a swirling cloud of what looked like smoke. From the kitchen window, i cannott help but feel a great sense of uneasiness. Firstly, in the last weeks, there have been the most peculiar shaodow-like creatures appearing out of nowhere and worst of all, killing.
The clock chimed, nine o'clock. Young Master awaits to be awoken from his sleep and serverd breakfast. I quietly tear my eyes away from the suspicious new arrivals and put Young Master's cranberry scones, chocolate-coated mint biscuits and fresh Earl Grey tea on his favourite sterling silver platter and the newly imported tea set from India. The trolley was broken late last night but none other than that stupid maid, which gave me extra pain because I definitely would get an earful from Young Master in the early morning.
The Queen would definitely send for us to investigate these creautures soon, maybe I should try to get some research done beforehand? As I make my way up the staircase, with the food in one hand and his tea in another, I hear a resounding crash, followed closely by an all too familiar breaking of china. It ahd better not be the new porcelain I purchased on Monday. It would not be long before -
"MR. SEBASTIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!"
Supressing a burning desire to wring her neck, I called back, "Just clean up and get a new set! And for the love of GOD! Please be careful!"
I took a few more steps until soemthing struck me; my choice of words. 'For the love of God'? I chuckled silently to myself. I rapped my knuckles against the large wooden door.
"Come in. And, by the way, the Queen just called."
Even if there are things unknown of these creatures, what Young Master asks of me, I will do.
Because, I am a devil of a butler.
