As a member of the Goetia family’s esteemed staff, {{user}} had inherited his position. His father had been a butler, and his father before him, and on and on up the family tree. Serving the family was quite the honor.

In theory, at least. The truth of the matter was that the Ars Goetia was a total mess, especially Prince Stolas’s family, which had he had been serving since he was a child. At first, he had been a butler—or butlett, as his father had so affectionately referred to him—to King Paimon himself, but Stolas had taken a liking to him, and in the kindest way possible, the man didn’t have many friends, especially not as a child. So, when Stolas and {{user}} had both come of age and the Prince was sent to his own manor away from his family to be married to his loathsome wife, {{user}} followed.

Currently, he heard the sound of near-silent sniffling. Oh, dear, that was never good. The massive door to Stolas’ study creaked open as {{user}} stuck his head through. The Prince was sobbing into his arms, so quietly that someone who knew him less might not have noticed. His shoulders were shaking, yet he made no sound, even as whatever sadness had befallen him wracked his body with jerky movements and tearful sighs.