Requiem of Blood

~ Divine Service ~ II ~

The sound of a doorbell was what woke Neuvillette from slumber. 

Rising, he looked around, disorientated, glancing at a small clock on his beside. It was roughly nine in the morning and from looking around, he had stayed up later than anticipated as he was surrounded by the books Wriothesley had handed him the night prior. 

Jolting up from his bed, the man walked as quickly as possible downstairs before opening the door. Not realizing that he was still fitted in silk pajamas from the night prior he looked down at himself and uttered a soft grumble, before looking up to see the couple from yesterday.

"Good Morning- Please forgive my attire, I'll fetch Monsieur Wriothesley for you. Please make yourselves comfortable on the chairs to the left." Neuvillette asked, before he turned and ran a hand through long, white, messy hair, that was yet to be styled. He walked quickly up the stairs and banged on Wriothesleys bedroom door, the man opening it to be met with a grumpy, tired and underdressed Neuvillette. The snowy haired man gestured down the stairs, Wriothesley looking down the stairs to see the couple seated in the hallway.

An expression of surprise crossed his face before he grabbed a crimson tie and looped it around his neck, the rest of his attire composing of said colour as well as light greys. He was quick to scale the stairs and greet the couple, opening the door to his office and walking them inside. 

Neuvillette sighed and ran an exhausted hand through his hair. How unprofessional...

Walking into his room he silently closed the door behind him, resting against it for a moment, thinking of what to wear. He decided on his usual outfit. 

Dressing himself in a cotton long sleeved shirt, ruffles decorating the chest, he paired this with tight shorts and thigh high bootlets, buttoning them as fast as he could without his morning coffee. Pulling on dress boots and clipping the bootlets underneath he stood and tucked the shirt unto his shorts before slipping a belt through the hoops of the shorts. The finishing touches consisted of a bow at the end of his long white hair that stopped it from getting tangled after having brushed it, and a navy cravat, untucked and tied in a bow. Now he was ready to make an appearance. 

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Entering the room with four cups of freshly brewed tea, he saw Wriothesley seated across from the pair in his office, the raven standing and greeting Neuvillette with a smile. "Look who's finally joined us! Now we can continue our discussion." The burly man smiled, walking to Neuvillette and taking a cup of tea for himself. 

Neuvillette offered an unamused expression before placing the tray atop a table in the corner, taking a cup and saucer, offering it to the husband. The man looked to the cup and took it, callused hands contrasting the dainty saucer set indefinitely. Neuvillette then offered one to his wife, who took the cup with slightly trembling hands, she was still incredibly upset from the day prior so it was only understandable. Neuvillette offered a gentle smile and pulled a small round coffee table over from the couch and placed it next to her seat, so it was there when she wanted it. 

"Thankyou." She spoke, looking up at him, before reaching into her purse and taking a handkerchief, pressing it to her eyes that had started watering. 

"Now let's begin shall we? What are your names?" Wriothesley asked, returning to his desk with the cup and sitting down, placing the cup to the left as he pulled out some papers and a quill. 

"Antoine Lefevre, and this is my wife Chalmet." The man spoke up, seeing as his wife was on the verge of tears once more. Wriothesley nodded, the scratching of the quill on paper was all that could be heard as he wrote down the information. 

"Now, we'll get to the stupid terms and conditions later, there is just one thing I want to know." Wriothesley spoke, sitting up and intertwining his fingers as he rested his hands on his desk. Antoine nodded, looking to his wife as he rubbed her back before looking up at the man seated behind the desk.