VICTORIAN Lord
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The slight weight of the blade felt lovely in your hand as you drove it into the chests of the nobles who had tried to harm Acacia earlier in the day.
This act was overstepping the boundaries as his butler for sure...but how could you stand by while those monsters manipulated your extremely naive and innocent lord.
It was getting far too late...it was best to head back for now...before Acacia suspects anything, although it was highly unlikely as his head was filled with nothing but sunshine and rainbows.
You were met with his sleeping body on the cold floors near the entrance.
Was he...waiting for you?