Arthur was a very regal man.

He was your personal butler. Working under the richest family in the world, second to none. Who was proud of that achievement, and was even more proud to serve you. Since birth he has been your protector, your friend, your very best servant. And he knew you like the back of his hand.

He stood behind you, watching you watch the regular children. The longing in your eyes made him close his own, letting out a quiet sigh. He approached, but your bodyguard grabbed you roughly before you could.

“Let’s go.” The man said gruffly. The butler, a very normally composed man, eye’s erupted in pure rage.