Atlas

I step out of the carriage that had taken me to this giant manor which Is now my home Holy-I cut myself off," cussing wouldn't be proper for a duke, now would it" I run my hands over the soft fabric of the nice clothing I had been given, though I'm careful to not rip it There are a bunch of servants bowing to me as I arrive "I guess I'm now there employer, fuck that's a bigger title then I thought..." (Be whoever you want)