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ஜ۞ஜ

*𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯*

Abdul Omri. A man with an ominous history but with an exquisite face. Very little is known about him from what (Y/n) had been notified of, but from what she has witnessed in the bare time that they had known one another is that, even with a fractured mind, he had a remarkable way of speaking.

Sharp-tongued, quick-witted, proper, and polite; these are the four traits that appeared to be more prominent in first encounters for Abdul with his voice mellow and rich presenting the listener the motion that they were perhaps in the presence of a well-educated free noble. Well, not a noble, but the personal butler of Lady (Y/n)—the daughter of General Luke, the one who commands a hundred thousand men army with a firm grip on the banking world. The lady that has it all.

These thoughts raced in his mind as Abdul stared at himself in the full-body mirror, adjusting his suit as he prepared for his first day as his lady's personal butler. It was presently late three in the morning with the moon still hovering over the sky, pampering the earth with its celestial warmth as some of its light brightened his room along with a smoldering oil lamp that sat on his bedside table, providing seldom light to chase away the darkness in the spacious room.

Taking a deep breath, Abdul marveled at the polished look as he glanced at the uncreased surface of his suit, only to spot a single string of blue that was sticking out amongst the slick surface of his uniform. Drawing out a pair of scissors that he stored in his pocket Abdul cut it from the root, flattening his hand over the now unsullied material as he looked back at himself in the mirror, his grey eyes fiercely scrutinizing himself, making certain that everything was perfect.

Looking away from the mirror as he heard the clock strike four, Abdul took one last glance at himself before strolling away as he clutched the schedule that was delivered to him just last night by another fellow maid who seemed rather frazzled by his existence. At that moment, when Abdul peered down at the chilling maid, he realized on what grounds he was regarded by the other workers in his lady's wing. To others, he was just a nobody who bewitched their lady into employing him in a respected position as her personal butler. Though this was fairly foreseen bad news, Abdul also saw some good news in it as well. This encounter confirmed that Lady (Y/n) was kind to her workers and was seen in a positive light by most others to where they would be bothered by a man being placed in close contact with her for most of her day and nights. It appeared, to him, that his lady was well-liked and adored by the slightly older margin of the household.

Yet he still had to handle with the spiteful glares of his other colleagues during his time working, and this was something that he could just not dodge because of numerous other maids also serving intimately with his lady that would assist her in dressing and bathing. Like a well-pampered cat, he thought blankly as he tucked away the sheet of schedules and stepped out of his room, closing the door shut behind him silently as the noise of hushed bustling footsteps reached his ears from afar.

It seems that he had to rise sooner than the others.

With the sun nowhere in sight, Abdul briskly strode past the closed curtains with the limited light that the oil lamps that were screwed into the wall granted him, giving seldom direction on his way to prepare for his lady's morning breakfast. Now, he knew very little of what his lady enjoyed to fare, and so he concluded that he would have to cautiously query the cooks on such a topic. If he was fortunate, he wouldn't be authorized to cook for her. That would save him much of a hassle.

So, the two-hour wait began until he, Abdul Omri, the personal butler of Lady (Y/n) from the House of Lionheart, could wake his lady for the new day.

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"Here you go, pretty boy. Make sure not to drop any of it, because if you do-"

"Yes, of course. Good day." Shutting the kitchen door right in front of his face, Abdul speedily walked away, hands securely carrying the two silver trays was occupied with his lady's morning breakfast, as he smoothly deposited them on top of the food trolley. Pushing the food trolley away from the kitchen quarters, Abdul made his way towards where the dumbwaiter elevator was, setting the trolley on it as he controlled his strength to haul the ropes, pulling the food trolley up to the second floor. Now done with this task, Abdul trudged up the stairs and back to where the trolley was, dragging it out of the elevator as he headed back towards where Lady (Y/n) living quarters were.

Passing by bitter coworkers Abdul minded his own business, staring straight ahead as the morning sun barely peeked out from the mountains that were far away to the outskirts of the city where the flat-land villages are located, and from where all the primary farming took place. Pleasant light sprinkled in from the open-curtained windows, which now displayed the outside world as the morning guards marched around the north wing of the manor.

"Oh, greetings. You must be Lady (Y/n) new personal butler, am I correct?"

Ceasing his movements, Abdul stared straight ahead at the woman before him who bore a sharp look on her sun-kissed face, eyes narrowed in steely sentiments, with a captivating smile fixed on her coral-pink lips. Bending his head in respect, Abdul replied: "Yes, ma'am. And who might you be to inquire?"

Lifting her head up high, the woman peered at him with a smug look. "I am Hestia, newly employed maid of the Lionheart estate and assigned to look after my Lady (Y/n). Since both you and I are new here, why don't we stick together? Help one another, since I have heard that the North Wing of the Lionheart estate can be rather unforgiving of who can be near Lady (Y/n). So, why don't I assist you in tending Lady (Y/n)? You must be very confused, being new here, and I had been tutored on how to be a qualified maid, so I believe this will go magnificently in your favor." Proposing her idea Hestia remained silent as she awaited his answer only for Abdul to bow in regard once more and turn around, walking away as he pushed the trolley towards his next destination.

Standing in silence, Hestia side-eyed Abdul with fierce eyes, her hands behind her back as she resolved to no longer pursue using Lady (Y/n) personal butler in helping her to get closer to the daughter of General Luke. She can spot an untrustworthy source when it's right in front of her, and so she will just have to go look for another woman that is close to that lady of hers.

Staring straight ahead, Abdul drew out a silver key from his pocket and imbedded it inside of the keyhole, turning it before pulling the door open, silently stepping in along with the food trolley as he closed the door behind him. Peeking over at the rising-and-falling blankets that were covering a huddled form Abdul shortly glanced away and briskly ambled over to the curtains, tearing them apart as the morning light instantly drenched the room with its light making the once darkened room now furnished with bright luster. Detecting a pair of birds near the window, Abdul peered over at the tree that was near the balcony, taking notice that it might cause a safety hazard for his lady's safety.

"Ugh..." Turning around, Abdul bowed as he saw his lady calmly rise from her slumber, facing his direction as he awaited for her acknowledgment. "Sir Omri...?" Uncoiling his back Abdul walked over to her bedside table and grabbed the pitcher, filling the water bowl that was on her bedside table and rung the soft cloth that lay next to it, all the excessive water squirting out as he kneeled down beside his lady, presenting her the cloth for her to probably wash her face.

"My lady, good morning. Your cloth." Groggily opening her eyes, (Y/n) hummed as she reached out and gripped the cloth graciously, placing it on top of her eyes as a satisfied sigh flew out from her mouth. "I'll wash my face later..." Nodding his head in understanding, Abdul bowed his head as she handed the cloth back, putting it on the pitcher as he got up and displayed to her the morning breakfast.

"Duke Luke wished to tell you that both he and Duchess Aimi will not be able to take part in this morning's breakfast because of urgent matters; so they wanted to give you breakfast in bed for today as an apology." Arranging the two silver trays on a bed tray, Abdul hoisted the four-legged wooden tray and placed it above his lady's lap, stepping back as he bowed his head. Watching the man do this (Y/n) held back a smirk of hilarity and instead spared the modest man the flusterment—that is, if he even could feel flusterment.

At this point (Y/n) was used to her parents being too busy to join her in breakfast. There were rare moments when they could accompany her, and in those days, all three of them would just sit around in pleasant silence as they attentively interrogate one another of their day. Her father has grown older and so has her mother, and (Y/n) could spot some troubling issues that connected to her parents. They were getting weaker. Their mana was waning and, if she recalled correctly, in the otome game her parents were to die shortly after first-year graduation in Oden School of Magic; right after the villainous—(Y/n) Lionheart—is murdered by sword or magic. The both of them died just a few days later with her father dying due to sorrow of his daughter passing, and her mother died due to assassination.

It was never touched on in the otome game of just what was wrong with them, but (Y/n) was confident that her father did not perish from sorrow, but of something more relevant to his present health. From what (Y/n) remembers, she has only two months before she attends Oden School of Magic, and so she has two months to make them well again. Though it might become more challenging to properly communicate with them because of classes from Lord Sedireng, lessons from her other academic tutors, weekly visits to the House of GrimWald for training, and that the both of them are constantly busy.

So, with those thoughts in mind, she could only come up with one thing.

"Sir Abdul?"

"Yes, my lady?"

"Bring my a quill and parchment paper."

Doing as his lady demanded, Abdul walked away and came back soon after with a quill and supplied inkwell in one hand, and a piece of parchment paper in the other. Grasping the articles from his hand (Y/n) moved some of the feed away and placed the paper on the food tray, scribbling something down hastily before tucking it in the envelope that Abdul gave to her. Stretching out her hand, Abdul took the hint as he planted a lit candle and a wax seals stamp on her hand.

Doing the process immediately, she passed it over to Abdul and looked back at her food, dining quietly before speaking: "Send it to my father hastily, and come back soon after." Bowing in goodbye, Abdul stepped out of the room and closed the door shut behind him.

Groaning, (Y/n) relaxed on her bed as she pressed a hand on her forehead, a frown settling on her lips as she went in deep thought.

This life...

No. Nevermind. 

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