His Butler, Alone
The blonde man grumbled and moved his face into his clean pillow to shield his eyes from the sun, but made no move to get out of his warm bed. His butler sighed, frustration evident in his features. He tried once more to awaken his master.
"Please don't be difficult this morning your grace. Your tea will get cold soon, you really must get up."
When Theodore still didn't move Salem frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting like a 3 year old who didn't get their way. He tried not to start wining, but it was getting quite difficult when the young man wouldn't even acknowledge his presence. Salem stood for a few more moments with his arms crossed before huffing and crossing the room to stand over his stubborn master as the male just snored lightly and continued to ignore him. His butler poked him in the ribs lightly which caused him to let out a muffled laugh since his face was still buried in his pillow. Salem grinned down at his master and cracked each of his fingers one by one.
"Oh, Master Theo... I did tell you that you should get up..." He put his hands on the blondes sides and started moving his fingers vigorously, making Theodore laugh uncontrollably and attempt to move away from him on the bed. Salem dragged him back over and straddled the mans body to prevent his escape, continuing to tickle his master.
"S-Salem! Stop! Please! I'll get up, I'll get up!"
His Butler smiled happily at his young Lord and moved off of the mattress to stand next to the bed, towering over Theodore.
"As you wish, your grace."
Theodore scowled up at Salem and got out of bed angrily. He grabbed the green-haired butlers arm and pulled him over to the door, shoving him out of his bedroom.
"I have a client coming. Fix my schedule immediately. I don't want anyone bothering me, am I clear? A gentleman by the name of Gerald Fitz should be arriving soon and I want you to show him to my bed chambers. Do you understand?"
Salem was refusing on the inside, but knew he couldn't say no to his master. He hated it when Theodore would do inappropriate things with his body. As much as the man hated to admit it, he was developing feelings for Theodore. Not romantic feelings, but he started loving his Lord as a brother, wanting to protect him at all costs. He didn't want a scratch on his master and would gladly accept the injuries in his Lords place.
He sighed heavily and looked down, bowing slightly. "Yes, your grace."
I walked away from my Lords shut door and made my way to the room Theodore told me would be my bedroom when I first became his butler 3 years ago. I sat on my bed and stared at the green walls and black trimming. I told master I didn't need my room decorated, but he insisted and gave me black furniture with green and black sheets to match the walls. My Lord didn't usually eat breakfast, so I wasn't surprised that he wasn't going to be eating and would be in his room until his guest arrived. But, until Mr. Fitz showed up I would be alone. I sat there and wondered what to do. I decided to take a shower in the bathroom that was connected to my room since I would be by myself for at least 30 minutes to an hour. I grabbed a black tailcoat identical to the one I was wearing and regulated the water. As the temperature was adjusting I stripped out of my clothing and folded it neatly, setting it on the edge of the clean white sink. Stepping into the shower, I thought about the ball that the Pantomhive estate was going to have. I remembered he was known as the Queens guard dog and reminded myself to tell Theodore to be careful around him. After washing myself completely I stepped out and dried my pale body with a fluffy towel and dressed myself after setting the towel back in it's place. I walked out of my room only to hear a loud knock come from the main entrance. When I opened the door I saw a man in his mid forties standing outside. I bowed to him and started speaking while trying to contain the hate in my voice.
"Good morning, I'm glad you could make it sir. I'm Salem and I've been ordered to escort you to my masters bed chambers. If you'll come with me we'll head there right away," I told him and closed the door behind him. It was dead silent as I lead him to my Lords bedroom. I knocked and heard Theodore's voice telling me to come in. I opened the door for the man and told my master to call me if there was anything he needed. He brushed it off and frowned.
"I will need nothing from you," he told me. "Just go. I'm done with you."
I felt my chest tighten and forced a small smile to grace my lips. I spoke even as my heart was cracking in my chest, turning black at my young Lords words. I bowed and replied to him.
"Of course, your grace."
I shut the door and left my master to his client. My shoes tapped loudly against the hardwood floor, but nothing could be as loud as my heart as I kept replaying his words in my head.
I'm done with you.
I smiled sadly and cast my eyes down toward the floor. I've always hated being alone, but after 3 years with my young master I've learned to accept being by myself since there is no one else. I'm the only one who works for the Kline estate other than a man that drives the carriage when I'm busy. I walk to my room, ready for the darkness and never ending silence to consume me. I lay in the bed for what seems like an eternity before shutting my eyes tightly to stop the memories from flooding my mind. I put my hand over my heart and let my mind rest, going into a peaceful sleep. At least when I'm asleep I don't feel lonely or forgotten.