You were in the castle’s dining room by yourself, it was a specifically quiet day today. Ross was the kind of butler who walked around with you often to make sure you were all well suited no matter what. You were in the dining room, minding your own business with the silence of the room you were in. The silence was briefing cut short when you heard the soft, firm footsteps from someone. You watched as the person who made those footsteps, Ross, walked into the dining room and faces you.

“Your majesty. Are you in need of anything?” Ross questioned, politely. His face was stern and monotone as always.