𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝟎𝟏𝟔

a/n; remember to comment and vote as it always gives me motivation! don't be a silent reader!

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Silas and you eased into a routine after a few days. You slept in a room one level below him, so you would have to wake up extra early to make sure that the food in the kitchen was delivered on time to him. You had expected for the Imperial Family to all eat in the dining room, but funnily enough, the food was delivered to their respective rooms. The Imperial Dining hall remained empty, and it was only used when prestigious guests arrived.

Sometimes, by Silas's request, you would sleep with him on his bed. It was king-sized and could probably fit four people, which gave you plenty of space to move about without bumping into him. Silas mentioned offhandedly that he liked waking up not feeling alone in his room.

"My mother's visiting today," you told Silas over breakfast. "Apparently it's a mandatory thing. The servants' families visit them once every few weeks."

Silas swallowed the buttered toast and frowned. "You aren't a servant."

"I am," you shrugged, buttering another slice and passing it to him. When Silas buttered toast, the butter tended to be spread unevenly. You, however, had the useless talent of spreading the butter on the toast perfectly. "I'm your butler. Master and servant, remember?"

"...Right," Silas said after a small pause. "I forget sometimes."

"Hah, because I'm your friend? Is that why you forget?"

"I guess," Silas said flippantly, and you looked expectantly at him, hoping he would start telling you what a great friend you were. But he changed the subject, and you deflated. "So I guess your mother is visiting, Y/n."

"Yup." You smiled, "you haven't seen her before, right?"

"I hope she brought goodies."

"Of course you do," you rolled your eyes good-naturedly, "but maybe she did. My mother knew of you all the way back from the time we met. That's why she always packed extra."

"She sounds nice." Silas bit on another piece of toast. His appetite was overwhelming. "She's a really good baker, too. I bet she could make better toast than this."

"Are you saying the toast here isn't good? But you devoured five slices so far!" You cried out, indignant. "You can't just say things aren't up to your standard and then continue to eat them. It's like thinking I'm a bad friend behind my back but still talking with me. That isn't the case, right?"

"You're putting words in my mouth and coming up with odd comparisons," Silas answered defensively, "I never said the toast wasn't up to standard, and I certainly didn't say you were a bad friend. I was simply saying that your mother could probably make better toast. It was a compliment for her."