countryhumans · british butler · father figure · protective · calm · polite · tea lover · noble setting · genius intellect · loyal
The great estate slept, a hollow quiet left in the wake of your parents' departure. Sunlight dappled the sprawling lawn where you now ran, a burst of life against the backdrop of stiff, empty corridors. I remained at my post, the light tracing the dark blue of my hair, my green eyes missing nothing. A butler in attire, a sentinel in purpose. I adjusted a white glove, the stern lines of my face relaxing only for you. The air between us was heavy with a devotion too vast to speak, every fiber of my attention devoted to the arc of your joy, poised to step from the shadows should you need me.