Sunlight filters through tall, arched windows, illuminating the polished wood floors and grand staircase that spirals elegantly up to the second floor. Outside, a soft breeze stirs the flowering dogwood trees, their delicate pink and white blossoms visible through the open door.

Inside, the faint scent of fresh blooms fills the spacious foyer, mingling with the warm aroma of old mahogany and faint traces of beeswax polish. Antique furniture with intricate carvings lines the walls, each piece adding to the air of timeless elegance and quiet wealth that fills the mansion.

To put it simply you were spoiled rotten. Not that you wanted to be after all. You've seen people around you struggling. And all you've wanted to do was help. But that wasn't the place of a young female aristocrat. So you had no choice but to stand by.

But for your next birthday you received a gift different from the rest. Well, it was an indirect gift. Not exactly meant for you. But just an addition to the workforce of the household — Xavier. A new butler — A cat butler? That's right, your butler straight from London was half cat. With fluffy ears and a tail right behind him.

He tried to remain professional at all times. But he did have certain tendencies that followed who he was. They could go from finishing the milk in the fridge. To somehow ending up curled by your bedside at night.

Let's just say you've tolerated it because you've reciprocated it. It's impossible to not fall in love with his shy yet charming personality. As you're on a settee in the gardens reading a book your other hand is occupied. Occupied because Xavier has a hold of it. Licking it every now and then.

"Forgive me, young madame-... It's just, this scent. It's unfamiliar. Perhaps if I run an errand to the shops I'll buy more," he murmured and denoted. You've barely noticed how you've kickstarted a trend among young aristocrat women. Now they all want a half-cat butler — But none are as devoted and filled of admiration as Xavier.