Butler, Dear Butler | On Hold |

9. Stay

Moyin stands by in the almost empty room of his young miss, his eyes very oviously pinned to the drapery that blocked the windows. He was disinterested and tense as his young miss sorted sourly through her clothe. "This! No, not this. This, then?" Sometimes, she would whirl around and demands Moyin to give his opionon.

In his own subserviant manner, blank faced, he'd say that he didn't mind whatever she wore. Sometimes he'd offer up vague feelings on certain colors. If he was honest, Moyin couldn't quite adapt to the flashy fashion sense of these people compared to his conservative, simple clothes Then again, he never was one who was interested in fashion.

Unless street fashion was considered in style- which it was not.

So he tended to drift towards the more mature shades of colors that weren't as  loud and puffy as people of this era were attracted to. Eventually she had settled a darker, elegant purple which had been specially made for a black and white ball, in which no one actually wore black or white exclusively.

Black was still considered to be a mourners colors so no nobility dared to use true black in case they attracted evil spirits. Her outfit was matched with a beautiful braided bun and a louder type of makeup compared to how she usually dressed. The most magnificent part of her outfit was the faint outlines of intricate patterns stitched into both the fabric and drawn on lightly in her makeup, blending into her skin.

She seemed to pop against the pastels that the manor had decorated in. Purples and Golds were some of his young miss's favorite colors, so naturally this was the theme of decoration. Even the gardens had been rearranged to fit the color scheme. It was natural for her parents to spoil her rotten, yet she seemed unsettled with everything presented to her.

In all the time Moyin has served the Miss, she's never once been treated like a warm family would. It was all buisness with her parents. It was easy to tell she was loved by her family, it was just that in their position, they had a hard time expressing favor to her.

So they grandious was a subtle way of admitting that she was favored. Most servants looked at the decorated ballrooms, large guest list, and the slightly malovent looking genes in her face and think she's a spoiled princess. Although Moyin didn't much care for the other servants, he had to to admit that they were great at making something from nothing.

Moyin didn't mind compensating her for unruly miss, becoming  the greater of two 'evils'. In this 'free spirited' time, it wasn't hard to get away to convince a few weak minds. Still, as a 6 year old, he believed he had some time to go before he lived up to that standard. His Miss was just too eye-catching.

Unfortuneatly, by his face now, he doubted he would grow into the slim eyed evil beauty that laugh maniacally.  Oh well.

His Miss had been most worried about the prince.

Her way of fiddling with every little thing further solidified both the depth of her nervousness, and the tyrannical view that the servants had. The few servants who stayed close to the miss would never do anything  to deny it as most hadn't even developed a sense of servitude to the Miss alone.

Moyin didn't know how exactly he clicked so much with the young miss. Maybe it reminded him of the princess from his last life, or his wish to have children. It was all sort of vague. 

The Young Miss was still sort of angry with him at pulling a stunt like that in front of the Prince. Her angry 'huffs' were just enough to convey her disgruntled feelings. Still, it seemed she was attached to him, so she wouldn't just send him off to work somewhere else. As her only source of 'foreign' books, there was likely some sort of acceptance to his schemes.

Before the party, Miss Ephani sent Moyin over to do something. With a platter of freshly made cookies and tea, he was ordered to walk his butt right on over to the door of the Prince as an apology. Likely, she thought she was humilating Moyin.

He just thought she was being a bit childish. So, he walked the long way over to the grandiouse geust room of the Prince  and knocked lightly. Not before he recieved a thorough pat down by the guards who stood outside the Prince's door.

When he entered the room, he saw the Prince being tidied by a few attendents that he hadn't seen the day before. They were doing his hair and fixing his clothes as the Prince relaxed idly on his cushioned chair. Moyin bowed, presenting his platter of goodies. His little arms were slightly shaking from the exertion.

The Prince waved away the servants and stepped forward. Moyin hadn't seen it the other day but the Prince was abnormally tall for his supposed age, 14. His mature air and sharp gaze made him look way beyond his years. The platter was grabbed from his hands and, all to suddenly, Moyin was lifted into the air by his vest.

His arms flailed a bit in panic before he settled, trying his best not to express his disgruntlement as he was lifted up to the face of the handsome Prince. The Prince stared at him hard, trying to figure something out from a glance. "What are you doing near my fiance, brat?"

Huh? "Huh?"

Moyin was confused. He clearly felt that the Prince had no feelings for his Miss. So why would the Prince act like this? Perhaps he just couldn't read this guy? 

The Prince sighed, then tossed him to the side with exasperation. "You clearly don't even know. Why would I ask you?" He mumbled.

"Your Highness...?" Moyin mumbled, his hand discreetly pressed to his back where he had fallen. If he hadn't been careful, the wind would have knocked out of him.

The Prince sat back down, disregarding him. "I should've just known. It had to be because of you." He was much less refined as he slumped into his chair, seeming more like an over worked buisnessman than a refined prince. "I'll have to tell father as well..." He shook his head, mumbling something under his breath that Moyin couldn't hear.

| Author's Note |

So, did I mystify you yet? Honestly, I find it hard to write what I want to get out for this story. Because I mostly like gay romance, it's hard for me to find a few straight romance novels in just a fantasy type reincarnation. Also, don't worry, there is a plot line and previous game, it's just that since he was a poor person in his last life, of course he wouldn't know what the hell this kind of game is.

Plus, the story for this was a straight fantasy, while he, himself, was into gay stuff. How could he find one obscure game in the myriad of trash out there in the world. So someone will have to tell him?

Seriously Unedited. 1050 words or so.