Snippet #2265417

Benvolio "Ben" Jay

In the midst of this, the household's butler raced around frantically, eyes wide as he watched just about everything fall apart in front of him. Well, actually, everything was going quite well. Benvolio was just having a mental breakdown. It was common of the poor butler before these events. As much as he hated the aristocrats, he felt like he had to impress the High King and his wife. Then again, he sort of had to if he wanted to keep this job. He stopped suddenly, biting his lip as a servant carried a large crate of supplies...toward the kitchen.

"No, no, no, no!" he cried, hurrying over and taking the box from the man. "These were supposed to go to the garden, you idiot!" The servant's eyes widened and he held up his hands in submission, backing away. Ben hurried off toward the garden. "Y'all can't do shit..." he muttered, clampign his mouth shut as he noticed he'd let his accent slip through. Praying nobody had realized, he continued hurrying toward the garden where he set the box down between two rows of rose bushes. The flowers smelled absolutely amazing this time of year and he could have stayed outside and wandered the gardens for hours, but there was no time to stop and smell the roses.

On his way inside, he noticed a small, red-headed boy being dragged away. He frowned subtly and sighed, watching as the boy was dragged off, sobbing and pleading for mercy. Fists clenched, he hurried off to continue his panicking. Usually, Benvolio was known for his patience in situations such as this one. The rise in new servants who had no idea what to do was beginning to wear him thin, though. A middle-aged woman with a trip of food slipped and dropped it, watching in horror as the dish hit the floor and landed on the carpet.

"M-my apologies, s-sir," she whimpered, noticing Ben, just about seething. Slowly, he bent down and picked up the tray, forcing a laugh.

"It's quite alright...I'm sure Chef Knightingale can make a new one," he murmured, straighting his suit before walkign swiftly to the kitchen. As he turned a corner, he nearly slammed into Lillian and dropped the tray himself. Thankfully, though, he stopped just short of her with his face a few inches away from hers. Breaking out into a smile, he let out a soft laugh and stepped back. "My apologies...it seems one of the incompetant servants dropped a tray of food. It's something you can fix, right?"