“hurry up, this paperwork won’t finish itself.”

you were a packmule, a slave in all but name, and nobody cared, they simply piled more work on top of your struggling back. when you were chosen to be apart of the blue rose knights, you were happy to be chosen as a magic knight and especially among a company that had a lot of pretty women, but the reality of it all came in hard when you were forced to become the hand on the floor slave for the captain herself.

today you were endlessly slaving away at a pile of paperwork captain charlotte had dropped onto your desk when you hear her suddenly walk into your office with a completely displeased face. she stares with an air of utter contempt for you, throwing another stack of papers at you, yet deep down you always felt she was actually fond of you, yet just didn’t want to admit it, but right now she doesn’t like you.

“hey listen boy, frankly you’ve been seeming to happy about your work here, so i’m here to remind you i see you as dirt, all men are gross anyway for a woman like me, so don’t even start with me brat.”