Aeleus was going through his final rounds of the day: closing the open windows and drawing the curtains, checking the locks, and basically preparing the entire household for night. It was the same routine every evening, just like clockwork. He finished his shift of walking through the mansion corridors, with no bogeymen or assassins within the estate grounds, or anything even slightly out of place inside, and headed to his master's room when done. Still keeping a watch for anything suspicious, he knocked thrice upon the wooden door, before turning the knob and entering.
His master, the barely fourteen-year-old young Ienzo Evenson, lay inside on his over-large bed, just as he should be; though, the boy was sleeping fitfully that night, tossing and turning in the covers, twisting in his blankets, and softly whimpering slightly. Aeleus sighed and set down the candle in his hand on the boy's nightstand, and knelt by the bed.
A fever...?
"Master Ienzo, you will not get any sleep if you continue mov-" He noticed Ienzo's shivers, and how his skin looked unnaturally pale, even in the bright moonlight; placing a gentle palm to his forehead, he paused for a moment, judging whether or not the boy was ill.
Oh. A nightmare.
Aeleus softly began stroking the boy's slate hair, something that always comforted the boy. His deceased mother used to do the exact same thing, and it immediately calmed him down.
Slowly, the whimpers subsided, the twisting stopped, and Ienzo began to breathe evenly. Aeleus nodded, his work done, and took his candle, leaving the room, and closing the door.
"Scheme your petty schemes in your dreams, little one," he murmured softly, before leaving the boy for the night, and walking to his own quarters, swallowed up by the night.
For zexion12~