Servant Butler 소설 & 이야기

"How dare that woman sleep on the king's bed? Why does the king favor that lowly servant?" "Why do you look so upset?" Suddenly, the minister of justice came. The butler immediately bowed respectfully. The minister of law in front of her was a lycan who was very instrumental in her life because he had brought her into the palace and given her the position of butler. "Excuse me, Sir. I was just curious about a female servant who has been in the palace these past few days." "Who do you mean?" asked the minister of law, named Nardo.

“And I will continue serving the Devereux family until the day I die.” “You’re exaggerating,” Naomi muttered with a soft click of her tongue. She picked up her tea again and resumed eating her toast. “Not at all, Miss.” Mr. Smith’s expression remained calm and sincere. “I am the head butler entrusted with serving the heirs of the Devereux family. At present, my loyalty belongs to Young Master Cale Miller.” His voice softened with emotion. “I am truly happy, deeply moved… It feels as though the gods themselves have watched over your life, Miss. To think I would live long enough to meet a true heir of the Devereux family. A pure blood descendant.”

“I have good news! The doctors said you can be discharged.” Bryan paused mid-motion, his brows pulling together. The spoon slid slowly from his fingers, hitting the porcelain plate with a dull clink. He looked up at Esteban with faint suspicion swimming in his eyes. “I saw you earlier, who… are you?” The butler bowed slightly, like a servant accustomed to the same question countless times. “I am Esteban,” he replied with steady assurance. “Your family’s butler. I serve both you and your fiancée.” His eyes flicked toward me, glinting with deference. He dipped his head respectfully, and I met the gesture with a proud lift of my chin, silently affirming the story.

Connor’s hands are shaking when holding the cup. His teeth are chattering inside his sealed lips. Butler Robert knows more than him because he is also the batch mate of Bridget as the pioneering worker who gains loyalty within the family. “How many years did he is now serving the household? It seems Butler Robert was so confident in the way he talk—“ “For twenty-years … or maybe twenty-one now. He works with us when I am Ten years old. The other butlers retired, but he stayed for a long time—just like auntie Bridget.”

“My name is Bartholomew the Fourteenth,“ he said. The fourteenth? I asked myself. Does that mean that fourteen generations of this man's family had lived with and worked for Vladimir? “What you are thinking is exactly correct,“ the butler said. “And no, I cannot read minds, but I could clearly see the confusion written on your face.” “What do you want?“ I asked. If he was going to be anything like the other human in the mansion - Janet, I wanted to prepare myself. “The master wants you washed up and fed,“ he said, bringing out a bunch of keys from his pocket. “I am going to open your gate, and I warn you not to do anything… stupid.“

The man smiled back, standing tall and confident. "I'm Jose, the chief manservant of this house," he introduced himself with a gentle smile. "Oh you're the butler", I immediately commented. "Yes Madam", he said. Realizing that I might have offended him with my earlier comment, I quickly added, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude. It's just that everything here feels like a movie to me." Jose simply nodded and gestured towards the staircase, "Your breakfast is served, Madam. Senior James is already waiting for you downstairs."

"Good morning Miss May, Master Edmond requires your presence at the table." I remained silent. Deep in thought as to why Edmond would willingly seek my presence. It took a minute but I eventually opened the door and greeted the butler with a smile. The butler smiled back. He was a good-looking man with brown eyes and the giant suit he was in barely hid the fact that he was packed. He looked more like a bodyguard than a butler. "Should I give you some time to freshen up?" He asked with the kindest eyes ai had ever seen.

my thoughts and the entire situation was interrupted by an elderly man walking into the scene. This man has been my mother’s butler for as long as I remember and he is the most loyal servant that she owns. I nod in his direction. He lifts his hand into the air and snaps his fingers and just like a spell, rev hooded males let go of my servants and displeased out of sight almost like they were never here in the first place. I let out a sigh as I try to calm myself. It is now clear that even though I am her son, nothing good will come out of me losing my control here and doing any thing foolish.

They called her a stray dog dressed in silk. Her husband choked her in a wedding shop. Her sister shoved her under a car. Her family danced on her grave before the dirt was cold. Then she opened her eyes seven years in the past. "You think you can break me twice, Kyle?" "Celine, I made a mistake. I was blind. Just give me one more chance and I'll spend the rest of my life proving." "You had your chance. You used it to destroy me." "I love you." "You loved the version of me that was stupid enough to believe you." She came back with a colder heart, a sharper mind, and the kind of rage that doesn't scream. It plans. But Celine didn't expect Aron Caruso. The man who ordered her burial i

To be honest, I was also hungry and my mouth should be watering. As Johnathan wiped his mouth, the servants removed all the dishes and served a Medoc wine and a vanilla chestnut cream cake. As I watched the servants carry the new meal to the next room, I asked him, "It's my turn to eat, right? I think I need to go with them..." He picked up his goblet and shook it, saying, "They won't give you any food." I looked at him in surprise, "I'm a servant. I have to eat too."