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Giles smiled softly, nodding his head. It was true, Marceline belonged to him and in turn, Giles was at her beck and call—it was somewhat ironic. At least she acknowledged the truth, it was all he could ask for. When she felt the dress with her small, delicate fingers, and was pleased with it he let her take it from him and straightened up so that he was towering over her. “As you wish, my Lady,” Giles accepted, just about to walk away until her lips moved once more. The room? It wasn't unusual to hear this request and it hadn't been the first time that it had been changed to suit her needs for the day. Midnight blue? His golden eyes analysed the rooms settings before he envisioned how it would look to Marceline's likings and he nodded, later on when he would prepare her dinner, he would prepare it. “And it will be done. Midnight blue, hm?”

Before Giles left the room, he cupped the small antique box in his hand and left it opened on her night stand for her to reach. Taking a short, curt boy with that strange smile on his face, he eyed her lazily before turning on his heel and leaving her chambers. He often wondered why she wanted to dress herself, other demons had often dressed their masters. Sometimes, he felt inadequate for this reason but found those notions ridiculous. It wasn't like she were scolding him or anything. He closed the door gently and leaned on it, watching the bustling servants quick-stepping between doors with feather dusters and the like. They were useless most of the time, what he could do in a minute, they'd spend all day like chickens with their heads cut off attempting to do. That was the difference from a dedicated serving demon and humans. Frowning, he touched his fingers to his eye before stretching his arms out and waiting patiently for Marceline to finish dressing. Breakfast would soon be served.

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Felice wasn't finished, she stomped up towards the curtains and ripped the open to let the bright sunlight of the new day pour into the room. Her White was always late, always late! She shook her head and grumbled, staring outside before slamming her small fists on the window sill. This place put a bad taste in her mouth and every time she woke in these chambers, her head pounded. She held her palms to her temples before massaging them gently to ward away all the throbbing pains. White wasn't here yet to take care of her so she would just have to call on someone else. Perhaps Gazette was already roaming the streets? Maybe he had plans for today?

The brown-haired girl wandered to her bedside and pulled open the drawer of her nightstand, her phone was already glowing to life from frequent messages from her firm. Those were the messages she would ignore. Old men bothered her and she hated being forced to work with them. They thought she was a gem from above who'd inherited everything from her parents—which was far from the truth. They didn't know that her parents had been brutally murdered on her orders, and that she'd stolen everything she “earned.” Scooping up the phone in her hand, she fell back on her bed and dialled Gazette's number. She held the phone to her ear and gripped the sheets so that she could pull herself back in the middle of her queen-sized thing that dominated her chambers. “Gazette?” Felice greeted in a sing-song voice.