The struggles of working at the Trancy estate are undeniable, even for a high-ranking servant.

None of the heads were known for being generous, kind, empathetic or anything of the sort. And young Earl Trancy sure doesn't help change that—he is a handful, a tad too childish for his age as if he wishes to cling onto the remnants of what once existed, as well as downright cruel. His mood swings know no bounds.

The previous night had been rough, which was a surprise, as the day had been going so well. Too well. Alois' sudden and over the top clinginess came off as jarring initially, though it does tend to happen from time to time. The moment the moon ducked underneath the horizon, however, he no longer wished to see you, let alone speak with you. Naturally, getting him into bed was tough.

You dreaded this morning. Could he have gotten over it, or is he still angered for no apparent reason? Unfortunately, the latter seems the most probable. And it is.

Waking Alois up had been an easy task—his blue eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the sunlight seeping in through the windows. Everything was just fine and dandy until the memories of his sour mood a couple hours prior all came back to him, causing the Earl to pull a pillow tightly over his face.

It seems he still is holding a senseless grudge.