His Emerald Grace [BxB+]

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Young Master's Changes

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Oliver's POV

His Grace, the mistress and young master Mason's siblings have already eaten their morning meal without Young Master Mason...again. Why is it always that they shun and hate him? Sure, he's a spoiled brat, has a bad temper and is rude but he's still just a teenager. 'Or maybe I'm just being biased?'

"Oliver! There you are!" A loud voice came from behind.

I turned around and it was a maid who called me, "Cecilia." I said.

"Honestly, you shouldn't wander around like that." she said, slightly scolding me.

I gave her an apologetic smile, "I apologize, what is it that you inquire?" I said straight to the point.

"Oliver, you know you can be informal to me and the rest of those who work here, right?" Cecilia sighed in exasperation.

I scratched my cheek. "Sorry, something was on my mind." I said without sounding formal this time.

"Well, what's on your mind?" she asked.

"It's nothing, you don't need to worry about it." I replied, avoiding answering her question.

"Come on, you can tell me anythin—" she persisted.

"You were looking for me?" I interrupted her. I have to hurry, it would be bad if the young master is late for his classes.

"Oh right," she finally remembered why she was here, "The cooks have finished the brat's—"

"—Young Master Mason." I corrected.

She rolled her eyes but continued anyway, "Young Master Mason's breakfast."

"I see. I was about to wake the young master, anyway." I said, already in my 'butler mode' or what my coworkers like to term it.

Cecilia nodded and walked away.

I sighed once she was gone. Everybody else hates the young master because they are always victims of his cruel and bratty personality. Including me. Oddly enough, I don't resent him for it. It annoys and frustrates me but that's just it.

Shaking those thoughts away, I headed to the young master's room. It was located on the east wing of the mansion where it's mostly abandoned. It's also where family members of the Lindmer Duchy reside when they're being punished or suspended by the head of the family which is currently, his Grace, Duke Gilbert Lindmer.

Finally arriving at the young master's room, I knocked at the door, "Young Master?"

No answer.

"Young Master, are you still not awake?" I tried again.

After a few moments, a voice finally answered.

"You may come in."

...

...Who was that?

Was that the young master..?!

I didn't recognize it at first but the maturing voice of an adolescent was unmistakable, it had to belong to the young master! I wouldn't mistake it for the world! Maybe it was because the young master used his voice in a different way..?

It was so formal and his voice held so much authority that it would rival his Grace, the Duke, unlike his usual irritated and bratty tone. 'Was that really the young master? Maybe it's someone else, like an intruder?!'