Scene 1
The general’s feet tapped against the steps as he made his way down for dinner. The cane in his hand dented the floorboard beneath him as he walked. His face was sculpted in anger and resentment. His long grey mustache was deeper than he groomed it to be. He had white pale skin and darkening black eyes that intimidated anyone who was near him, yet it seemed to overlook his tall ears and thin grey hair. But most people thought it astonishing that his words were articulated with a dark British accent by his ever so thin lips. He was wearing a suit, a tight black suit with a glistening white bow and black hat. His dinner coat was on but he knew that it wouldn't be for long. He wore the same outfit day after day, so then soon, people began to think he was born in one.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs his face, that had been looking at his tailored shiny black shoes, had now been raised to see his staff, standing before him in a perfect line. Around him, he was in his manner, the most expensive manor in London. The Red carpeted stairs below him were the best in Europe. Where two staircases joined to one and a big grand hall stood. To his right, he saw a big glass double door. To the left, he saw a long hallway leading to the drawing-room and his study, and across from him, there was another hallway leading towards the dining room (One for brunch, one for the dining room, and a tea room), where voices echoed throughout the manor. Behind the stairs, was a back door leading to the servants sleeping quarters and kitchen. Scattered throughout the house were various other rooms, including the playing room, the lounge, and of course upstairs, there were the sleeping quarters (He had 2 main rooms and 3 guest rooms). He had 3 butlers, 5 footmen, 3 henchmen, 2 ladies maids, 2 housemaids, 1 housekeeper, 1 cook, 2 kitchen maids, and 2 chaffers standing before him. The servants' heads were bowed down, their faces frightened.
The General’s eyebrow narrowed and his grip tightened around his cane,
“He’s in the drawing-room...M, M,M-lord” one of the butlers said
He began walking again,
Thump, thump, thump. The noise grew as he walked, the shadows followed him and soon absorbed him as he escaped into the light of the hallway to where the drawing-room stood.
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