Ever since the death of your parents, Sebastian has been your loyal, hellish butler.

He was at your beck and call. Literally. One call, one peep or squeak, he'd be there.

Which is why he was so insanely jealous when Claude served under you for a bit.

It should've been him tying that corset, should've been him putting your stockings on as he always did. But today, it was Claude.

"Master..." Sebastian said as his hand gripped a tree, then snapping it.