I walked down the hall until I came to the dining room. The table was already set and I have no doubt that the food was ready and waiting in the kitchen. Claude was still nowhere in sight though.
I sighed and looked over to the door as the triplets brought in a food cart and some tea. They went to stand in the corner as the master entered.
He took a seat and I placed the food in front of him. He just stared at it.
I poured him some tea and placed it in front of him. He did nothing.
I watched him for a while but he just looked at the food in front of him, not even bothering to pick up his silverware.
The triplets began to whisper and I looked over to them. They looked worried as well.
I walked over to them and spoke in a hushed tone. “Have you three seen Claude?”
They shook their heads and I frowned, stepping closer to the master once again.
“Butterfly.”
I stepped up to my master’s side, “Master?”
“Where is Claude?” he demanded.
I sighed and looked down at the ground, “I do not know, my lord.”
He frowned, “Take the food away. I’m not hungry.”
The triplets took away his plate but I placed a hand on one of their arms and turned to the master.
“Master, are you sure? You really should eat something.”
He stood sharply and in a flash I was on the ground, searing pain across my cheek.
That was one thing I learned when I first came here.
My master had a terrible temper and great strength when he let his temper take control. I, like most of the other servants, had gotten used to this though.
Being smacked, kicked, and thrown to the ground. It didn’t bother me.
As long as my master was happy.
He got to the door and called out to me over his shoulder, “When you find Claude, bring him to me. Until then I don’t want to see your face.”
I nodded, “Of course, Master.”
The door closed behind him and the triplets looked to me, kneeling down so I could hear them.
“Why do you put up with him?”
“You could leave.”
“After everything he’s done to you.”
I shook my head, “Master saved me from the spider’s web. I am forever grateful.”
They frowned.
“But he tore up your wings.”
“Broke them off.”
“Put you in a cage.”
Again, I shook my head, “The young master gave me a human life. He saved me.”
I smirked then, “Don’t forget, you all put me in that cage too.”
They stood and swiftly walked back to the kitchen.
I sighed. The master found me caught in a web and plucked me out. When I tried to get away he tore of a piece of my wing, saying I couldn’t leave him.
He then made a cage for me. A home filled with flowers. When all was done and my life began to come to a close, he ordered his demon to turn me human.
The only thing that reveals what I truly am is my eye, the marks on the back of my hands, and the scars on my back.
The master saved me, and in doing so trapped me. For both of these I am grateful for I can never leave him, and I don’t want to.
My master is the reason I am alive and therefore I live only for him.
