The Ambrose's

1.Situation

On a very normal morning in London, the mist on the streets is crisp like normal. The sleepy sun very normally peaks out from behind the fluffy grey clouds. The streets are as normal, filled with hurrying employees and cranky old women going to the market.

The normalcy at which the servants start going about their daily chores is also very normal. The normality and regularity of the two dogs barking every morning, as a certain saber swinging, turban wearing and very punctual someone entering the manor gates, is also very normal.

Now the thing this morning that isn't normal at all, is the tardiness of the Lord of the manor. 'The sahib is always on time for work!' The saber swinging, turban wearing and very punctual one, suddenly gets a little suspicious. After the many years spent working for the sahib, he finds his lateness odd.
'The sahib must be a bit delayed is all', he thinks to himself.

But after fifteen whole minutes of waiting, he starts to get a bit worried. 'What if something has happened to the sahib!', the loyal bodyguard realizes and rushes up the manor steps. 'I must find the threat and eliminate it! I will only need a bucket of water and- and a stool yes! I will need a stool! How can I forget the feather! Yes yes I can use this method.. but there's this one too..', he muses to himself as he soundlessly makes his way up to the sahibs chambers.

He passes the great hall bedecked with a combination of reds and browns. He notices a golden chandelier hanging at the center of the ceiling and a very fancy set of furniture orderly placed around the room. He narrows his eyes at that. You see, for any ordinary person such granduer might not seem so questionable, especially in a Lords house. 'But this is no ordinary Lord! Ambrose sahib would never indulge in such extravagance! It must've been the sahiba! yes yes the ifrit is capable of such doings', he sniffs. He then scans the area for anything suspicious. The curtains in the hall are half drawn and are a bit disarranged... as though something or rather someone hastily hid behind them and then were forced out of there. A few sunbeams now move about the floor and the ceiling from the opened area. The red carpets throughout the manor are mostly clean except for the carpet near the far side window, for there were a few curious tiny stains of...of mud? 'Hmm curiouser and curiouser', he notices and stealthily moves up the stairs.

On reaching the top of the stairs, he takes a well memorized left. After all he is a very skilled bodyguard and is trained to handle any situation that might arise, and is also perfectly capable of navigating himself in large mansions in just one tour. At this thought, he smiles to himself feeling very confident and smug about his capabilities.

He arrives at the sahibs office and cautiously pokes his head into the room. 'The sahib is obviously a workaholic and sometimes spends most of his nights in this box of an office. He should most definitely be in here', with this in mind he looks around the room. The window to the office overlooks the front drive way to the mansion, where two tiny figures are chasing the servants trying to go about their duties. The bodyguard notices with no little amount of satisfaction, 'Ha! Now they'll know what I deal with every single day', He snorts to himself but quickly realizes that if the threat was able to make it past those dogs, then it must be really deadly! With that thought he speedily scans the room.

The table and two chairs towards the wall look neat and orderly, well, except for the chocolate wrappers and a few pages on the floor. He crosses the space between them to investigate the papers, and finds four oddly shaped stickmen of various colors in the center of the page. The largest stickman is black in color and has a very familiar top hat on its head, the second one is short brown stickman in a triangular dress and the remaining two are relatively tiny in size. He abandons the sheet of paper and looks around again. On finding nothing too strange, he exits the room and moves further into the manor.

The bodyguard starts moving toward the master bedroom. On his way, he catches a glimpse of an enormous painting of the family on the right side of the wall. The eyes of the painting eerily seem to follow him as he passes by. The stern blue-green eyes and the mischievous brown eyes almost seem to twinkle at his expense. Narrowing his eyes, he concentrates at the job at hand.

He finally makes it to the master bedroom and stops outside the door. 'Its too quiet', he notices. He waits for a few more seconds, taking in his surroundings. 'Sahib!' he whispers. 'Are you alright?'. He waits for a moment. On getting no response, he quietly opens the door and pops his head inside.

The interior of the bedroom is dark and the bodyguard could only make out the outline of the bed and the gently moving curtains. He quietly shuts the door behind him and hurriedly scans the area for any intruders. He soundlessly unsheathes his saber, and walks toward the bed.

There, on the bed, lay sahib. Who was surrounded by one big bundle of blankets holding his torso by his side, one much smaller bundle on his other side holding his neck and the smallest bundle on his chest lay spread-eagled, and all except sahib were snoring away the morning. Who also looked half-uncomfortable and half-pleased.

Karim looks at the disheveled sahib and the sahib looks back at his embarrased face. Both of them stared at each other for a few more awkward seconds until karim couldn't take it anymore.

Rikkard Ambrose in the end relents. He clears his throat and speaks quietly, "It appears that I'm stuck in a... situation" He meaningfully stares at the blanket encased bodies surrounding him and continues "and will have to delay, if not, cancel todays schedule.." He almost looks like he rolled his eyes "..again". Karim notices that the sahib does not seem too disappointed. In fact he seems almost satisfied and pleased and not at all bothered by the fact the he's being used as a living pillow.....
But the bodyguard quickly gets out of his stupor and hurriedly says, " yes sahib! Of course sahib! I shall take my leave" He swiftly bows and exits the room.

As the bodyguard leaves, he thinks about the past few years; they've been satisfactory... yes very satisfactory indeed. Things are still chaotic mind you, but it's a happy kind of chaotic. He smiles a small smile.
'Guess I'll spend another day with the little sahiba and little sahib,' he thinks happily, 'and perhaps I can even peacefully admire the roses in the garden.. yes they are quite lovely...But God help me if the ifrit finds out.....!' he mutters to himself as he walks out.

THE END ( only for this one shot ;) )

(Hey guys! Don't know if you can tell...but this is my first time writing🙈
I just randomly thought of it and wanted to see how it'd turn out 😅. I may post a few more shots like this cuz I swear storm and silence just won't leave my head sooo yes this is it. Byeee )