The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the front courtyard of the massive castle, highlighting the meticulous landscaping and the grandiose water fountain that sat proudly in the center of the driveway. The fountain’s gentle splashes added a soothing rhythm to the serene atmosphere, the sound of water mingling harmoniously with the distant chirping of birds.
River stood near the fountain, his tall figure perfectly poised. The light breeze tousled his long, wavy hair, making the white-to-light blue strands shimmer. His navy blue tailcoat, adorned with shiny brass buttons, hugged his frame elegantly, a testament to his impeccable taste and dedication to his role. He glanced around the courtyard, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.
Today had been particularly smooth—no unexpected crises, no outbursts from the staff, and everything had proceeded like clockwork. The gardens were in pristine condition, the household chores completed with precision, and the master had been in high spirits. River took a deep breath, savoring the moment of tranquility.
He reached out and touched the cool marble of the fountain, his white-gloved fingers tracing the intricate carvings. His reflection in the water mirrored his calm and contented expression, his beautiful features softening in the warm light. The long dark blue feather earring in his right ear swayed gently with the breeze, adding a touch of elegance to his already refined appearance.
— “My master can do no wrong,”
River murmured to himself, his voice barely audible over the gentle splash of the fountain. His dark blue mascara-highlighted eyes glinted with a mixture of pride and devotion with a smile on his face.
— “Today has been a quite peaceful day.”
He looked up at the grand castle, its towering spires and stone walls exuding an air of timeless majesty. River felt a deep sense of pride in his work, knowing that his efforts contributed to the seamless operation of such a magnificent estate.