Like Fine Wine (A Willow Schnee Oneshot)

Like Fine Wine

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The regal hallways of the Schnee manor is nothing but a white void, mixed with blue. Along the walls you can often see pictures of men, women, and their families all hanging on the walls, staring towards whoever painted them at the time. That look of dominance weighed down on the people who enter the hallways, letting them know where they are and what family they are dealing with.

Though this is a rather massive mansion, the halls are empty. Devoid of humans. Only on some occasions where someone will be walking down these corridors, and it is usually only one person.

(F/N) (L/N).

He was dressed sharply; a blue vest over a white shirt, a icy-blue tie with a snowflake close to the top. It was a badge, of sorts. He worked for the Schnee's, and he would always remember that each time he passed by the paintings.

But he wasn't completely held down with that thought, there was a ray of light that welcomed him.

He was currently walking down the corridor, holding a silver platter with drinks on it. He was ordered to retrieve them for Jacques, the head of the family who makes the decisions. His first day being the butler to the family was very confusing for him, as he needed to get the entire layout memorized, and there was no one to help him. You would expect a family like this to have more butlers and servants, but seeing as how there were only three people currently living in this manor, there was never a need to hire more hands.

If there was one place where (F/N) was very familiar with, it was Jacques's office. He always knew where it was, thanks to the loud screaming he could hear each time General Ironwood makes his visits to the manor to speak business. (F/N) was familiar with Ironwood, seeing his face plastered on the screens of Atlas and Mantle, a section of the kingdom beneath the floating city.

Reaching the office, (F/N) opened the door with his one free hand and entered. He did his best to drone out the screaming coming from Jacques.

Just enter, pass out the drinks, and leave, he said to himself.

The inside of the building was something he was familiar with, on more than one occasion. A contrast to the white and blue hallways of the manor, Jacques's office had a more wooden interior, with a deeper shade of blue as the carpets. There was a moment of silence from Jacques as (F/N) entered the room, ready to snap if it were his son, or even his wife. But seeing it was the butler, performing the task he was given, he continued his shouting to the general, though toned down after a brief moment of silence.

There was nothing of interest in the discussion, only talking about a Dust embargo, and how it was just disastrous for business. (F/N) placed the tray down on the coffee table in the room, placing the empty glasses on the coasters and then filling them partly.

As he did that, he noticed something off on the table; a rather dark stain beneath the coaster closest to Jacques. A stain engraved into the wood, and certainly not something that was there before. A small blush crossed his face.

After pouring a glass to the general, Ironwood held his hand up to stop (F/N) from filling the glass for the Schnee head.

"I don't think Mr. Schnee should have a drink," he said. Though there were very harsh criticisms of Ironwood and his decisions, he did speak in a gentle tone. He's aware of the kind of things happening in the manor, and anyone, even if it was Jacques himself, deserved some form of kindness.