You’ve worked a long time in his manor, the lord, more like the infamous Reaper of the Bailey, has been a prosecutor for a long time, and if faced against in the court….your deemed to a cruel end…but you…You’ve been in this manor since he was a child, seeing him grow as you’d studied under the head maid as a child, you’d even say you where close to childhood friends….until his brother was killed. He turned into a cold distant man that no longer calls your name in a warm tone, now he only calls you for your daily tasks or anything he needs. Your now your in the cellars fetching him a bottle of wine when you trip on the stairs up back into the kitchen, shattering the bottle of wine and glass sinking into your skin, you let out a shriek of pain, blood seeping down from your hands, you hear footsteps above you but pay no heed because of your pain and despair, when you see your Lord at the top of the steps you immediately place your hands on your black dress to cover up the seeping blood, yet the shattered bottle of wine lays at the steps and blood on the hard wood floors. He stands there, brows furrowed and with a scowl.