𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 • SEBASTIAN

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TW: blood/gore

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 since that day, Sebastian has served you every second of your life. He never left you disappointed.

Ever.

You felt rays of sunshine dance on your skin as you stirred awake.

    'What the hell? What time is it?'

    "Good morning, young master. It's time to wake up." Sebastian spoke in his usual, monotone voice. The sounds of tea being poured and birds chirping happily outside filled the room.

    "Is it?" you groaned, putting on a pair of short white gloves. It was a routine at this point. No one knew about this little contract, and no one needed to know.

    "Yes, my lord. It is already nine o' clock. Today's breakfast will be poached salmon and mint salad." Sebastian spoke, placing the tea down on its saucer. "To go with it, you have a choice of either toast, scones, or champagne."

"A scone. I'd like a scone, Sebastian." you replied, yawning. Sebastian smiled, nodding with a hum.

    "After breakfast you have a meeting with Mr. Hugues, so we'll need to get you ready as soon as possible."

    "Who is that again?" you asked, rubbing your eyes. Sebastian let out a sigh, handing you your tea.

    "He is the authority on the history of the Roman Empire, young master. Mr. Damiano of the Poseidon Company will be arriving here after lunch." Sebastian reminded you as you got up. He began to dress you in a professional dress to your liking.

(dress i had in mind. pick anything you'd like!)

    "Isn't he the one I've got manufacturing stuffed animals in India?"

    "Italy, young master. Italy." he corrected you, tying bows on the cuffs of your lace gloves. "I shall await you at the dining table. Please join us as quickly as possible."

You immediately picked up a dart from your side table and threw it in Sebastian's direction with a glare in your face.

"Yes, my lord?" Sebastian asked, catching it in between his fingers. "Let's save the games for later." You scoffed, crossing your arms.

"Make sure nobody or yourself embarrasses me." Sebastian nodded with a hum, throwing the dart at the target pinned on the wall, hitting the perfect score.

'My butler is an able man, isn't he?'

As you were eating breakfast, Sebastian was in the kitchen and you were eating, bored. You decided to throw a dart for Finny to catch like Sebastian did, but it hit the back on his head a spray of blood erupted from the back of his head.

"Ouch! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" Finny tan over to your side as you drank your tea silently. "Wh-what was that for all of the sudden?"

You shot a glare at him and put your tea back onto your saucer. "Pure boredom." Finny whined and cried out. All of the sudden, Sebastian burst into the room, pushing the doors open.

"Finny! Have you finished weeding the courtyard? Mey-Rin! Have you washed the sheets? Baldo! Aren't you supposed to be prepping for dinner?"

An array of stutters, excuses, and other sounds filled the room as the group tried to explain themselves.

"Tanaka," Sebastian turned to look at the old man drinking hot water. "Well, you're fine as you are." The old man chuckled with the same old expression on his face. Sebastian turned back to the group. "Everyone. If you have the time to dawdle about here, then I suggest you do your damn jobs!" he yelled.

Everyone ran out of the room, screaming. With the exception of Sebastian and Tanaka, of course. Sebastian sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Honestly..."

You took a bite of your scone, sighing as well.

After finishing breakfast, you were walking up the grand staircase when you looked at a humongous portrait of your parents. You stopped dead in your tracks, looking at the portrait before moving on.

Sitting in the study, you decided to ring for Sebastian. Opening the door, Sebastian bowed to you as he entered.

"I want something sweet. Bring me a treat to eat." you ordered, your head laying in your hands.

"You shouldn't young master. You still have dinner with your guest tonight."

You shot a glare at him.

"Does it look like I care? Bring. Me. Something. Sweet."

Sebastian sighed, bowing and left the room.

"Yes, my lord."