~Louis~
The smell of sweat, dirt, and mold fill my nostrils as I lie down in my dirty cot. It's a smell that I've become rather accustomed to. The Knights living corridor is in the back of the castle... The cold part of the castle. The ceilings drip with water, the floor creaks as you walked, and there is only one fire place, which goes to the higher ranking Knights. My feet go numb with pain as I lay in the dark. I mopped every floor in the eastern corridor.
"Oi, Louis?" A voice speaks breaking the silence.
Ugh, Thomas. He pronounces my name as Lewis. It's the most fucking annoying thing. I've corrected him many times, but he doesn't seem to be too worried about whether or not I'm pleased with him.
"Yes?" I answer him with a soft sigh.
"Why aren't you sleepin' in the servants corridor?" He asks with a laugh.
I ignore his dumbass question. He's most likely drunk on whiskey again. If my feet didn't hurt so much. I'd probably be in the dining hall getting drunk with the rest of them. Drinking is the only thing I get to join them in. When they're all drunk, they don't care if i'm a knight or a servant or what have you.
Maybe, I'll join them tomorrow.
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