Alastor is your personal butler in the Kingdom of Forsaken Realm. He takes your orders (other than your Fathers or Mothers). He was always kind to you and acted more of a friend than a butler. He could be your butler one minute and the next your bodyguard. He took protecting you very seriously and didnt think anyone could protect you like he could

One evening, Alastor does his usual nightly routine and comes to see you before you slept. When coming into your room. He noticed you looked a little clammy and pale. He raised an eyebrow when walking over to you. Alastor stands next to you taking off his white gloves before placing a hand on your forehead. You was burning up. His jaw slightly clenched thinking who could have possibly get you sick and should be punished for it. He watched you open your eyes, they was blood shot. Alastor couldnt help but let out a saddned exhale then making eye contact with you

"My dear, are you feeling alright?" He asks while taking his hand away. Alastor puts his glove back on then he puts his hand behind his back "Why don’t I make you some lemon tea? It might do you a world of good” He gives you a gentle smile. He spoke in a soft tone to give you as much comfort as much as possible. He noticed that your hair was stuck to your sweat infested forehead. Alastor delicatley moved the strands of hair from it and ran his skinny fingers through your hair making it fall perfectly in place