Jakob's POV

What I have decided to do may be a bit risky, but I may be capable of pulling it off. I am going to have some tea and chat with her. What makes this a daring attempt is the fact that she make come off as stubborn, and may not speak with me at all. She may even argue with me, or she could even offer a transition in her behavior, but that option seems doubtful. I have clung with hope that this outcome would become a reality. I would fancy it well if that happened.

My arrangements for the meeting was as flawless as I could make it. Every little detail contained the formal setup for the typical, not one thing out of place. I had the ideal location, the tea was the exact way to prepare it, and everything else in between was correct.

It was absolutely the way I would have it in my dreams. However, it doesn't take the cake quite yet. Kamui still hasn't arrived in her designated chair. That was the singular speck of detail that was absent from the miraculous view that I presented myself.

I still waited. Time seemed to have slowed as I stood there, waiting for a princess to arrive. I breathed heavily in both anxiety, and calmly from the surroundings. The combination was atypical, I stood anxious awaiting the outcome, yet it was quelled by the pleasing aroma of tea. My ears caught birds chanting their lovely songs, and wind chimes playing in the distance. Both played a song that complimented both the tea's precious aroma and the warmth laying on me.

At other moments, the peaceful combination was to be ignored by my own mind. This proceeded with several thoughts of panic and what ifs. It would continue to conquer my conscious, and would later on decline and I would return to reality.

I was caught off guard, being lost in my thoughts. My muscles tensed up as my eyes laid on Kamui walking toward me. I initiated casually by merely sitting in the chair, proceeding in waiting. I gave an attempt to relax myself, but miserably failed as she stepped closer.

I sighed, and murmured under my breath. My posture changed naturally as her presence became clearer. This tended to be a habit, when I used to stand by Kamui's side as a butler. I adjusted the collar that lived on my neck and my patience was yet even more irritable.

She arrived. My breathing was lighter. I had an expectancy of Kamui ignoring me as she did the previous incident. My judgment was stood corrected. Words came from her mouth.

"Oh, you decided to flatter me with tea? How amusing." She gave out an unnatural glare that placed my flawless display to shame. She seemed to masquerade as a new person around me.

I have took note of her recent behaviors, and they happen to be absurd. In the midst of others, she would not conceal her typical ways. Unlike here, when she lingered around me. She begins an act, to treat me like a peasant. That is extremely insulting. Mozu was once a peasant, and Kamui never has displayed such impolite manners.

I tried to be as pure as possible. "Yes, Lady—"

She placed a hand in front of me. "Don't you dare speak of such a title! I do not hold any time for someone who is a rebel like you!"

"Kamui!" I breathed. I was on the brink of an action twice as risky as the tea meeting; telling her off. Courage is a trait I lack in general, due to a rule I once lived with: A butler would never oppose their leader. Nevertheless, she is no longer that if she wishes to treat me like such rubbish. I was no longer shackled from this guideline.

"You cannot lash out such filth from someone just because they have gone against their wishes only once! You must have the ability to forgive beings despite how demonic! Please, dear Kamui!"

Her eyes shut tight with anger. "Why do you conceive that I would lay mercy on you?"

"That is because I can recall your past actions. Remember Zola? Even though he had the plan of capture, you still sought the good in him. The outcome was tremendous as well. The influence you have once displayed laid an impact on him. Do not miss the opportunity to use this power once more!" I breathed heavily after the long speech. The words that were said were unrealistic of me. The topics I just laid upon on would have never been spoken of around anyone else. Why have I done the action around her?

Despite my questions on the inspiring song, her face altered. The mask was taken off to reveal a much more empathetic person. "Jakob, I'm—"

"Sorry?" There was my rude self, returning to the table.

"I…think so." I was able to sense her stiff body easing. She fell silent of anger. I was beginning to believe my fond old memories would dawn once more.

I was wronged. The mask was laid upon her face again. "You must have set a trap! Why am I hear talking to such utter rubbish? People such as you do not even deserve to lay eyes on me!" She snapped.

The substance inside of me was beginning to depart. I gained the feeling that nothing could work at all. There was a want to fall to my knees, and begin to cry.

I grabbed myself by the hand. No. I mustn't give up on Kamui!

"Hold on, just a moment! Your behavior reflects a person of evildoing! If I cannot even have the right to look at you, then you cannot possibly end this forsaken war!" Where was this courage originating from!?

Her eyes shot a vile glare. "How dare you say that!? I have made admirable progress!"

"Well, that 'admirable progress' you speak of came from a person that was trusting, loving, and friendly. She was a remarkable leader no doubt. You are not that person. You tend to be selfish and unpleasant! You tend to act like everything revolves around you!" I began to pace as she fell silent, conveniently. "I cannot bear this putrid soul no longer! You are not grateful of the deeds I've done in recent times, nor have you gave any thanks! I should have never asked you where your respect has gone. You are practically a demon!" I pointed at her, and I saw the tears forming.

She breathed deeply, tried to refrain her weeping, and spoke. "Why insult me!? I cannot change who I am, Jakob." She ran up the latter, to her room.

I expected her to return with her Noble Yato in hand, but I knew deeply that what she said for the most part wasn't her. There was no way she would attempt to kill me, would she!? I guess only time will tell.

Only now I realized my tea was getting cold as the wind blew fiercely. I cried. I began to feel that what was once dreamed would never come.

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