Some are fated to fall from graces... While some fall out of the crowd, only to be found by Diamond prospectors...
Hushed and with his chin up, the wrinkled ace strolled with his walking stick onto the wooden floor causing a droning echo and dragging his limp aging feet along however that wasn't all. Lady Corral, his granddaughter, was almost expelled from the great circle of their prideful Aristocats followed him without causing any tapping movement with elegance unleashing. her eyes rested on the floor and her lips stitched like a doll.
"This way, Mousier and... Madame" Allin, the top-posted butler said stretching his arm refined with grace towards this comparatively narrow section of that silent, but Sunkissed allay. One wall of this ally was covered with famous Dutch and French artwork while the other one which resided to the left, demonstrated more of a realistic view. An open-air window that shows the sea turning to the color of the evening sky and to its bank, a hustle and bustle of commoners and slaves carries on with cries and screams of joy, of children who are waving their hands saying 'goodbyes' to the passenger with a wide warm unforeseen grin that spread from ear to ear, how something so warm couldn't melt one's heart?
"Filthy peasants could only bring bad omen..." the duke commented holding his upper lip and veering his skull away from the distasteful view, continuing,
"My servant, you must take care of this."
"Ah, my lord... we certainly will debar them from stepping a foot on the south port."
"Your words better turn into action, Allin...it's the duke's order."
The servant's skin was turning yellow, and his step in those heels began to drop steeper, he could feel the weight of words he had already used without even thinking of consequences.
"For now..." the old man again began brushing his mustache, and Allin paced up to the duke's feet to hear his commands to fulfill them-
"Do draw curtains and play some Viol to keep these raucous noises from my delicate ears."
"Right away, Mousier Winifred," he declared with a bow, and then, out of all suddenness he snapped his fingers twice. Like sorcery, half a dozen servants who were dressed tidily appeared out of nowhere arriving from both ends of the alley, encircling and greeting the Nobel blood with their hands tucked to their backs in unison, and then in a snap of second, all the curtains were drawn which were as stagnant as snow in December. Now the whole alley is doomed to darkness like the dead of night, which is filled with thick grey clouds. the place where no being was visible to eyes other than darkness.
and, then suddenly, the snap of fingers and a faint sensation of viol takes into the gallery with a flickering yellow-orange light abruptly emitted from the right almost blinding the two elegant figures by arm-length oil lamps made of marvelous glassware that were fixed between the consecutive paintings and all those subordinate butlers with plain emotionless faces commenced turning the lamps on until' whole corridor was gleaming in visible colors again.
and the melody of Pièces en Trio, resetting all the nuisance with its growing sensuality.
A satisfied smirk appears on the duke's thin wrinkled lips, and he stumps his stick twice,
"Very well, now I shall like to rest."
"Dessus, mousier" The butler clasped his palms together and began to move forward escorting the duke as if leading the troops. Mousier Winifred was carried away with head held backward with his jaw outwards and almost half-a-dozen servants encircled him as if shielding a Presious tressure on the stake of their (own) Lives.
however,
"Milady..." one of those half-a-dozens of subordinate butlers who had escaped the ordinary drill, stood with his chocolate brown gazes held questionably on the wax statue-like lady, himself stuck in a battle either to escort the lady or go on with drill however, on contrast, the lady's pale beautiful face was twitched towards the smooth slit formed just between those gigantic curtains. The slit through which fragment of setting sun trespasses with the swirling wind knocking the thick curtains to move further apart, and her blue gaze glimpsed it with an unforeseen calmness like the low tide waves rising through the sea of emotions that dwell with the harmonies of viola and piano fusing through the corridor and following.
"Should the curtains be parted?"
"It's Duke Winifred's orders, that the curtains must be drawn, are you willing to defy his commands?" she declared looking straight into the butler's eyes, that the butler veered his gazes away from hers. he had least expected this, a lady of such high standards and with such immense beauty to look straight into his eyes and with such brawny confidence, it was surely a rare coincidence.
"Ngh...if the lady desires" he answered biting his tongue and eyes sticking to his feet that were placed heal touched to heal.
"Hm... (a very unusual grin arises on her honey rose lips, as she touches her mouth covering her smile) Ahem, what's your name butler?"
"This servant is called Edouard Lavigne, milady." he declared with a kneel, in his sleek elegance and his imitating rasping voice, that the lady turned herself to face the young boy with the gigantic brown hat shielding her facial features but her smirk resembling her grandfather but quite genuine and warmer.
"Does this servant have a master to serve yet?" "Milady, I'm just a subordinate butler who is often used as a footman, sometimes as a cleaner or sometimes as a guard and my master is the head butler. I'm whatever he desires."
"Haven't you yearned for a true master rather than another servant?" she said crossing her arms on her chest.
"Milady... (abruptly, a smile was lingering as he heard the lady's words) everyone is a servant under one another, the masters of head butler are servants of monarchy, fearing their status may not be diminished and monarchy is a servant under the fears of the neighboring countries and it's very (own) empires and this empire is a servant of circumstances, food prices, drought, God, his servants, the clergy and monarchy. in the end, it's an endless cycle of serving and this cannot go on without fear."
"Hence, fear is the key to the perpetuity of this chain of endless serving" Her eyes gleamed as she absorbed the meaning of the context she was uttering.
"Lavigne, this is exceptional ratiocinative--"
Suddenly,
"Lavigne! You silly fool! " the head butler who had led her grandfather to his resting room, was marching back from the end of the corridor all alone, flushed red with anger.
"I'm dead"
His step halted in front of the boy, and his fist rested on his hip, eyebrows meeting, and his mouth breathing irregularly, lips ready to scold but...
"Evening madame"
"Evening," the lady enunciated accepting the greeting knowing the thunder was to fall yet, but, just not yet,
"his lordship is asking for your presence, milady"
"you fool, why have you kept the lady waiting here in the corridor within solitary?"
"I-I...am sorry," the boy let out without even having any mistakes in such context but his brain said- 'it is all because he had said off limits to a lady'
"Allin"
"Yes, milady," he said turning his head away with an exceptional level of calmness.
"I'd like to hire this butler to serve me"
"Wh...what milady, I might have misinterpreted the words, but you wouldn't wish to employ such a blunt edge' over many well-mannered servants you could prefer at your service." a lump of saliva slid down the young man's throat nevertheless, the lady smirk with perspicuity,
"Ladies are often advised to use a blunt edge"
"Any objections stated, Allin? "
"None milady, How could I commit such a blatant crime? " both of his arms conjoint above his abdomen, but the young boy of 20 or so, could still feel a sharp pair of wrinkled eyes making his right jawline iron-red however, he stayed hushed.
"Now shall we proceed to his grace? " the head butler stated,
"Indeed, it's no good to keep my grandfather waiting any longer "
And head butler was retraced to do his job as 'footman', escorting the lady and her newly appointed butler 'Blunt Edges' to the aged Duke's resting chamber that was exceptionally prepared according to his grace's demands and status.
Leaving behind an empty corridor and still the harmony is hummed through the wall. There is a creak through the curtains the swirl through the open breeze that runs from the ocean to its coast, opening the gates of possibility with the ray of hope pouring inside, fresh and natural lingers stretching out the limelight to the point of the corridor where that gorgeous lady once stood with that subordinate butler, however, the rays gleam the painting that hung between two adjacent oil lamps, the painting by Nicola Mignard drawn with an exclusive gust of colors, depicting a woman beautiful as any angel, the goddess of love herself, the venus and the love of her life, Adonis, a common hunter of earth beside them cupid, venus's son is showering his blessing to their eternal love, this painting is titled as 'Venus and Adonis'. But... How long the curtains be parted... And the wind, the rays shall trespass? Until' again the darkness will fall over with another snap of a finger?
"Hmm...quite Parfait, particularly at such short notice, isn't it? " the Duke complimented with a cold expression, as he heard the wooden door opening with a creaking pitch.
"Grandfather, when did you begin to appreciate trifles?"
"Lordship, lady Correl is here" Allin was delinquent yet stuck to his ethics as he had learned at the Butler Academy in Paris.
However,
"A slight trifle of flicker can cause the whole ship into flames... But I am more interested to know why my beloved petite fille has suddenly grown so close-knit to the flame of disgrace. " the old flame pressed his lips together with a tilted chin gazing at his granddaughter in amusement, who
"What are his grace's thoughts about such a faze dilemma? "
He glanced at her heart-shaped face gleaming in certainty which was engaging somehow and then curled his smirking face to Allin, who stood frozen with his spine curved straight next to the corner-
"Allin, evacuate and seal the chamber for any outsiders, lady corral and I have some solemn business to talk about"
"As you command, sire" and the head butler shook his head filled with thin pepper white hairs and snapped his fingers!