Sunlight reflected off a pair of sleepy, hazy eyes rimmed with red.
"It's time to wake up, Young Lord."
A voice shrouded in early morning weariness said, "Müller, no. . .I haven't slept for barely two seconds! . . ."
The servant threw the curtains open wider. "Nonsense, you have slept 8 hours."
Johan grimaced. "Perhaps now is not the right time to complain about being shipped off to Weston."
Müller sighed. "I'm sorry, Young Lord, but you cannot escape this any longer. Term starts next week and it is nine hours to London."
Johan rolled over and groaned before sitting up, throwing his friend a rumpled, lopsided gaze.
"At least you're coming with me. I was serious about the promise I made, you know."
Müller heaved another sigh. "Yes, where you cried and begged Lord and Lady Wolfburg to allow me to attend with you, or else you refused to go. You are actually quite spoiled, aren't you?"
Johan flushed scarlet. "I am not spoiled! I am just horrible at making new friends, and my English is horrible, and, well, you're fluent in it, so i thought it would be a good idea. That's all."
Müller snickered. "You would have missed me terribly had your parents not wanted to get rid of you that much."
"I would not! You're just some servant!"
"I'm your best friend, too."
Johan was a mild-tempered, unassuming boy. However, years of being raised the wrong way twisted some aspects of his personality, and he snapped.
"Do not be so familiar with me," he said bitterly, hugging himself and turning away from the servant, "It is a privilege I am giving you."
Müller fell silent.
Time passed swiftly after that, albeit under a thick, tense atmosphere.
As his servant brushed his glossy light hair, Johan looked at himself in the mirror and noticed with satisfaction that his face betrayed not the pain in his mind.
And so, he put on a brave face and bled alone, on the inside.
Please forgive the short chapters. I do hope they will get longer, but that is just how they are ending up right now.
