Snippet #1703152

Oliver was definitely glad he kept his mouth shut, Faith wasn't snooping and before moments became too long a noise caused him to direct his attention to a trap door that had he had missed. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the figures coming forth from the chasm. So that was a trap door huh, straight out of some secret castle story? He'd hit the jackpot; this trap door was incriminating to say the least. Oliver noted the girl, hoping it was the one he was looking for. But it wasn’t, it was someone he didn't recognize, but a different girl from the one he went down with from the party. This girl had dark tresses, like Mirelle, but a cold continence, that was all he could make out in the short moments he had to observe her before his hand suddenly jutted out involuntarily, like a convulsion that he wasn’t even aware of. Now he was widely exposed hiding in a cabinet right in full view of the man he was quite certain stole away the miss Mirelle D’Ivore that he searched for. “Oh bloody bullocks…” He stated quite loudly, more out of shock at his own actions than anything.

What the hell was that reaction exactly?! Normally when someone demanded he come out of a hiding spot he’d stay wherever the hell he was and make damn sure to not noticed. Now he was an idiot who was left mouth open, eyes wide, and looking guilty of snooping. Wait, but what did the other’s see? Now was the time for damage control, his earlier abrupt statement had hardly sounded the way it needed to.

“Ay..ay only mean tis a shame ay fell ‘sleep in such an odd place.” Oliver, or rather Olive the sweet maid, scrambled from the cupboard and daintily leapt down onto the kitchen floor, folding her hands in front of the apron of the uncomfortably showy maid outfit both she and Faith had to wear.

“Ay was only bein’ lazy sire…’pologies.” Olive finished, his eyes flickering to the crushed flower that the Duke was standing next to, the flower Oliver had ripped out of his hair and stomped on in frustration, if the Duke took notice of it he would be curious as to why is was stomped on in such a manner. But maybe Oliver was over-analyzing, he needed to just stay calm, he was only a maid. Maids weren’t important enough to fuss over….also not important enough to kill and dump off the side of the streetohshitjesuschrist.