"Nexus," Reaves repeated, his eyes assessing the unfamiliar figure.
"Yes, he is the family butler and a very capable elitist," Madeline explained, highlighting Nexus's significance with a touch of pride. "Oh, very well, Sir Nexus," she said to him, introducing a courteous bow. "Welcome to my banquet."
Reaves was well aware that people attending such occasions were either famous aristocrats or individuals being groomed for succession. Thoughts raced through his mind, considering Madeline's motives for bringing Nexus to such an event. "Madeline is probably trying to arrange a marriage between Nora or Monica and this young man," he pondered silently.
"I am honored to be here, Sir Reaves," Nexus greeted in return, his demeanor respectful, unaware of the undercurrents of speculation. Oblivious to the unspoken thoughts between Madeline and Reaves, he regarded this as an ordinary meeting. After all, Madeline had invited him, so he came along.
