Making their way up to the fourth floor, the servant was still walking a pace behind Astaroth, who was basically walking forward blindly, with her voice like a GPS, telling him when to turn and what way. Whenever he stopped walking, so did she, and if he pivoted to face her, she suddenly bowed, keeping her eyes lower than his at all times.
Astaroth disliked this type of behaviour, and it didn't sit well with him to be treated like some posh noble. His world had long since gotten rid of such division, except in countries that insisted on keeping nobility up.
He stopped walking at the top of the stairs, waiting for him to stop behind him. Once he couldn't hear her steps anymore, he pivoted around again.
The maid bowed immediately.
"Alright, enough."
His abruptness made the young maid skip a heartbeat, as she thought she was in trouble.
"Have you seen enough of the palace, sire?" she asked, trying to figure out her mistake.
