You wrapped yourself up in Mother's spare golden shawl. You hadn't been aware that Sir Billiam's vacation home would be so cold. Fixing your necklaces, beautiful pieces made from pure gold mined in the nether, yoy fixed it to lie above your pure silk button up.
"Mother, this party is a drab," You say low under your breath.
Lyaria, your wonderful adoptive mother, nods in agreement. "It is boring, yes. But its important for our image that we stay. No one just leaves Sir Billiam's parties."
"Yes Mother," You sigh, "I suppose we must."
You walk away, you'd rather explore a bit then stay and pretend to play nice. Parties were nice every so often, an easy way to have fun, but Mother's buisness parties were hit or miss and frankly, this one is looking like a miss.
As you turn a corner, the butler from earlier is shoving smoething in a closet. "Oh, hello."
Silently startled, the butler whirls around quickly. You can see the panic in their red eyes, an odd, unnatural shade that looks crimson in the dim lighting. They hastily bow.
"Rise, I have a few questions. I'm a bit curious on who made this." You trail a finger down the wall, a cold buzzing in your veins. "The archetecture is... unique. It's almost built like a maze."
The butler does not share in your polite laughter, turning it just a tad bit awkward. Quietly, so quietly you almost can't hear, they say, "Sir Billiam did."
"Ah," You hum, casting another glance at the handiwork of such a rich man. "My compliments to him then."
As the butler nods and twists to move past you, you spot red veins along his neck. Odd.
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