Snippet #1506313

Nix Grimlocke, or better known as Grim, was finishing the last of the laundry for the day. He straighted his suit, putting the laundry basket away where it goes. He glided through the mansion walls, as he was transparent during the day. He glided straight to the kitchen, preparing lunch for his Lady, Lord, and guests. He had been sent to the castle as a guardian, but he found a butler's work to be fitting, so he called his charges Lady and Lord even though they didn't really hold any rank over him.
Once he was finished with lunch, he set the dining room table with thier finest cutlery, plates, and glasses as he usually did. With everything set for lunch, he glided through the castle straight to where Lena was sitting. He floated before her, placing his right hand over his chest. "Lunch is ready, my lady." Suddenly, his eyes changed from hazel to a crystal-clear light blue, almost white. "So get your arse into the dining room, or I'll make sure there'll be none for you." He finished, dead serious.