The Reigns' butler stared wearily and worriedly at the blood. Kione had not taken even a sip from the glass, and that meant he just had the small amount of blood from that morning sustaining him.
"Should I call the physician immediately?" He asked in a worried tone.
"Why would you want to do that, Merle? Are you sick?" Kione threw the question back at his butler and scrutinized him with his eyes.
"No, sire." Merle said it hesitantly. "Are you feeling well? You have not been taking enough blood lately, and Lady Meredith is concerned for your health." He uttered.
"I am fine, Merle." Kione glanced at the glass and said, "Take it back with you; it is already stale, and I will not be drinking it." The butler quickly obeyed, taking the blood with him as he left Kione's study room.
"Thank you, Mr. Williams." Belle thanked the town's local coachman, whom she was now getting familiar with since her recent movements to the Reigns mansion.
