~The Queen's Butler...Arrogant~ (Charles Grey x Reader)

Chapter 7: The she-butler, anxious

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Grey's POV

(Y/n) hadn't been out of her study all day. Not to eat, to rest, to socialize...nothing. She'd barely said anything before she went in and never came back out as well, she uttered a simple good morning to all of us and then disappeared. Every time I walked by her study, I could hear aggressive rustling and searching, like she was doing some intense research as if her life depended on it. I mean, in this context, it was quite possible that it did. Only the day before had she failed to meet the Queen's orders, on the words of the one who was to be assassinated himself. She risked her life for the entire royal family, so that their corruption could remain hidden with the help of her majesty's spider. I honestly don't know what was running through her mind when she took such an action, she could've killed the boy and kept her life securely in her hands. But I knew she was smart, she had to know what she was doing, or she wouldn't have taken such a risky move on the chess board that is life.

Now, I found myself standing outside of her closed door, not so sure as to what was going through my mind in that moment. I didn't know what I wanted to achieve, only that I felt the need to talk to her.

So, with not a single thought present in my mind, I allowed the fabric of my dark glove to caress the golden door knob, and I turned it in a slow yet sure movement before pushing the door open. (Y/n), who was standing in front of her pushed out chair at her desk, hunched over some paperwork, looked up like a deer in headlights and our eyes met. She looked so tired, so frantic, so out of it. Her white coat had been discarded onto the chair behind her, and her sleeves messily rolled up to her elbows while her waistcoat and dress shirt were unbuttoned from the top by three buttons. Hair a mess, eyes shaky, she didn't look like she was in a stable state of mind.

"(Y/n)...you've been in here all day, what's bothering you?" I asked, stepping into the room with cautious movements.
"I'm sure you already know the answer to that question, Grey," she responded, looking back down at her paperwork and looking through it frantically.

I stared at her for a moment, silent, while the only noise that filled the room was the ruffling of paperwork. She was paranoid about Trancy, since the Queen had threatened her execution if she was wrong about the case of the Spider's loyalty. Personally I was a little skeptical of her decision too, if it were me I would've just killed him and left. But (Y/n) had a good heart, and I knew she couldn't kill without proper justification. I did also find it strange that the Queen didn't launch a proper investigation into the boy though, it was very unlike her to do so. Perhaps she was feeling vulnerable, I'm not sure I'll ever know.

I followed my feet over to behind her, gentle footsteps, and placed my hands on her shoulder. She seemed to tense up for a moment, but in a few seconds, she relaxed and sat down in her chair, her face in her hands as I began to rub a gentle massage into her joints.

"It's not good to worry yourself sick like this," I whispered, the lady rubbing her eyes with her gloved hands.
"But if I don't figure out what's going on with Trancy then I'm going to die," she uttered shakily, her hands moving from her eyes to one of the sheets of paper in front of her.