an acrimonious servant

These broken shambles

The copious amount of bluebells swayed with the gentle breeze, bending to the will of the wind without protest. A young boy had made their welcoming aroma his bassinet. Canopies of trees loomed above his out stretched hands, the blossoms tickled at his porcelain skin unheaved of harm. The sun was devoured by impending clouds, leaving his forest ominous. He apperceived the sense of wanting, dagger like eyes watching contently. 'Possibly Claude's?' He wondered mind set adrift upon a handful of flowers. 'Or maybe another ravishly famished beast." The young earl was shot so rudely and abruptly from his daydreaming of a crack of lightened. Head whipped up, he covered his ears immediately and cried out. "Claude!" As if the demon butler could control such a powerful thing. Shadowy somber wrapped itself on the child figure as a bitter sweet greeting. It was a familiar caliber. "My lord?" It spoke without jest, only a grave tone. Damn demon. The boy regained his posture, but still engaged closely to his both sword and shield. "How dare you allow me to become drenched." He retorted, enraged that a few drops of pristinely rain had caught his champagne hair, hardly worthy of anything. "My apologizes, my lord." There was no excuse, no defense, no nothing. Just a loyal slave to the mist of what he held dearly as his soul. Rain patted against the cloak held above Alois's head, drops slipped from his grasp, escaping for a new life within dirt. How dare something inhuman such as nature mock the tears of those who weeped. But then again, how dare a being such as Claude mock the form of humans to take what they cherished the most, but what was so easily given away for measures uncomprehendingly to a mortal child.