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

Chapter 9: The she-butler, a victim

A/n: Hi all! I know no one is gonna respond to my questions now (except for the few very polite people who take the time to read the author's notes, love you guys btw), but I hope that if this story does become popular, people will comment answers to these questions.

Today's Question:

What's your favorite genre of music?

Also, here's the music that this chapter begins with:

Enjoy!

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(Y/n)'s POV

The shrill scream of a violin came from within Danvers' strange over-sized mechanical tortoise, and it only took me half a second to notice that there was a record player protruding out of it's back, and to recognize the music that was flowing out of it.

It was Ludwig Van Beethoven's Symphony 9. in D minor, Op.125. A personal favorite, I must say.

A lady should be graceful.

A lady should be delicate.

A lady should be light on her feet.

Most would think I was speaking of dancing, it was only natural that a fair maiden was to possess such traits while dancing the waltz with such a judgmental man. In this case, however, I did not have dance on my mind. Instead, I projected these traits into my swordsmanship. Though such an activity felt like dancing when it was with such a flamboyant and romantic man.

"God, (Y/n), you're so beautiful when you move with such fluidity!" Garret gushed, deflecting all of my attacks with his walking stick just as gracefully as I did, "Dance my pretty little bird! Dance with me! Feel the music flow in and out of your body! Dance, dance, dance!"
"Have you ever considered visiting a mental hospital?" I asked, my voice as usual since this fight took me no effort whatsoever to keep steady, "It'd do wonders to that sick head of yours."
"I am not sick, my dear. I am in love," he objected, my brows twitching slightly in irritation as my sword swung left and right and met his attacks with effortless defense.
"I could wager that the two concepts can be quite similar in many ways," I pointed out, dodging one of his attacks and taking the opportunity to take one of his ankles out with a kick, which sent him to the ground, on his back looking up at me.
I stood over him with my sword pointed to his throat, and he was quite surprised at first. But when his smirk deepened, a sick feeling suddenly came to my gut, and what I hadn't noticed was that there was a small compartment at the top of his walking stick, one that contained a button that, if pressed, would not put me in such a great position. A quiet click rung out gently, and my head was quick to turn to my side, my eyes following them only to be met by the reckless swing of something large and rather sharp. On instinct, I dove forward and over Danvers' head, rolling before I found stability again and was able to take in whatever had attacked me with my own eyes. That large mechanical tortoise Danvers had crashed into the palace on now had weapons of many protruding out of it's back and sides, yet the music was still playing. Mostly the weapons just consisted of medieval themed battle axes, with a few swords and morning star maces swinging about just as wildly. I had to admit, the construction of the beast was very well done, I was impressed to say the very least. However, that moment was not the time to gawk at something so spectacular, especially when it's motive was to kill me.