Eleanora was pacing her room, trying to decide what to do. The whole evening had just been one big flop. First the murder, and then the young Master was accused for absolutely no reason, and then he was forced to sleep chained to another man…She was feeling sorry for him. At least she was off the hook. What would have happened to her if she had been accused of murder? She would never get another job in her life!
There was a knock at her door and she jumped. She pulled up her dress and removed a gun from her garter.
"Who is it?" she called out, trying to keep her voice light.
"It's me," the person on the other side said.
"Who's 'me?'"
"Sebastian."
"…Who?"
A sigh.
"…The butler?"
"Oh! You! I'm coming."
She opened the door; he was waiting outside, looking a bit irritated.
"You know, I didn't even know that you had a first name," she said.
"Everyone has a first name," he said, entering. She closed the door and turned to look at him; he was staring out the window at the rain.
"How's the young Master?" she asked softly.
"Not as bad as I expected," he said. "I thought he would put up more of a fuss, but he's being surprisingly complacent."
"I see," she said. There was a pause. "Who do you think…you know…did it?"
"I'm not sure yet," he said. "Why? Are you worried?" He turned to look at her.
"Well, naturally. I mean, if a noble can be murdered, why can't a servant?"
He just smirked and continued looking out the window.
"What? You aren't worried?"
"No. Humans are weak. It takes a lot to get rid of someone like me." He turned to look at her, still smiling. She was sitting on her bed, looking gloomy.
"Miss Black?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know," she said tiredly. "I just really hope that all this business can be ended quickly."
"I'm sure it will be," he said. "Well…Goodnight, Miss Black."
"Goodnight, Mr. Michaelis."
He hesitated as he passed by her and then gently stroked her hair.
"Don't worry about anything," he said. "I'll take care of it all."
And he left.