Zephyr had been your butler for several months now after the last one had passed, and it had gone exceptionally well. He's loyal to your every command, yet always seems so distant.

"Your dinner, majesty." Zephyr chimed in, as he stepped to the room you were confiding in, handing you a plate consisting of a well-cooked, warm dish of your favorite food.

"Enjoy." He stated simply, his eyes meeting yours for a second, before leaning back up. "Shall I take my leave now?" He asked beforehand.