"Margaret, I had no idea you would be back so soon," the butler Harold hurried out of the home with his walking stick by his hip. "And the princess is here. Would you like some treats and a cool drink prepared?"
"Settle down," Margaret stopped Harold before he could lose his mind for not being prepared for her arrival.
"After all these years Harold is still a perfectionist," Amelia shook her head. She had never seen a more hardworking person than Harold when it came to running a household. Nothing was ever out of place in Margaret's home and if anyone ever attempted to ruin it, Harold would have their head.
"It is a butler's duty to be perfect to take the workload off their employer. Those who aren't should not call themselves a butler. The young men looking to get this type of job are not being trained like I was. They think it's just enough to give the workers a schedule and answer the door…"
