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Joseph was a high ranking noble, living in the finest life he was born into, maids and butlers at his beck and call. But one in particular always stood out to him, the peculiar maid his mother personally chose for him when they found her in the dumps abandoned by whoever left her there many many years ago. Joseph wasn't that much older then her, probably 3 or 4 years, but nobody knows for sure. His mother gave the girl a name, a date of birth, a identity, to the child, it was everything she could ask for. Living under a roof and no longer in the trash, having a good and decent meal every day instead of scraps and starving to death every day, the ability to stay clean and not covered in disgusting dirt and bugs. Joseph was always curious of her, she didn't speak much, most likely from a habit of getting abused when she was younger for talking back. He tried to make small talk, but it always ended up in hums and quiet yes'. It frustrates him as he wanted to get closer with the people he worked with, but he knows she's not very talkative, simply, he respects her space and keeps her around for company. Despite the most often very quiet rooms, Joseph loved the peaceful mutual feelings of silence over a chatty person who never knows when to shut up.

"Sir..?" The maid walked in quietly after knocking on the door twice, with no response she walked into her masters room to find the blonde man still asleep. Setting aside the breakfast she picked up from the kitchen, the maid pulled apart the curtains slightly to let some light in. The blonde shifted in his bed groaning from the sudden light hitting his eyelids.

"_____..?" He pushed himself out of his sleep position to rub his eyes as the maid finished pulling out his attire for the day. She simply turned around and nodded, walking over to give him the breakfast tray. Joseph simply thanked her as she read the list of things to attend to today, his schedule was all cleared out and crammed into yesterday or tomorrow as today was special, he was meeting 2 of his possible brides to be.

"Brides to be huh?" Joseph was annoyed, he wasn't interested in having a wife right now, after all he's only 18 and constantly spend time in the family's library absorbing himself in any story he can find. He took his last bite of his omelette and got out of his bed, walking over to his 3 sided mirror, _____ took the time to take off his pajamas quickly switching out with his formal attire. After buttoning down the Prussian blue cloak at the front, Joseph stepped down to sit down on his chair. _____ took his favorite hair brush and simply brushed through his messy bed hair, the soft texture gliding between her fingers as she ties it up loosely with a yellow ribbon as always.

"Thank you ______." Joseph stood up turning around to smile at the younger girl, her birthday was coming up soon and he requested a day off with his mother to spend free time for once. The maid hummed and gave a small smile as she bowed and grabbed the left over dishes leaving his room. The lonely silence coming back hitting Joseph. He put on a smile as he stared into his mirror, his sky blue eyes reflecting back at him. "Let's see how unholy these women can be."

Joseph walked out of his room wondering around greeting any servant he walked past until he reached the lobby where his mother and _____ were waiting. His mother quickly rushed over to him patting his face and clothes ranting on about putting on a good show for the ladies. _____ stood on the side gazing off the distance outside the window, smiling peacefully in the wake of calm.

"Ah they're here!" The mother bursts out as she hears horses stopping at the front entrance. _____ stood to the right of Joseph, a little behind him as the front doors open. 2 beautiful ladies walked in, one wearing a red rose gown, many many gems and fancy ribbons decorated her dress. Her hair was brown as pools of honey, pinned up into the most extravagant hairstyle ever.

"Lady Marie Beaumont." The butler introduced, Joseph smiles in greetings, holding her hand to give a light kiss. Marie gave off the snottiest giggle known to man kind. The other women walked over upon Joseph letting go. "Lady Anne Alexandre." She curtsied and gave her hand to Joseph. She was wearing the most creamed colored dress, nothing too expansive, but enough to know she most definitely a noble of high ranking. Her hair was light curled, the bangs a bit more then the ones resting on her shoulder. Her hair was white as snow, giving the impression of being a albino.