Félixe Amelaire

*I gasp, a sharp pain in my back, I try to struggle, but you've got me pinned, I can't move* My liege, please, don't hurt me! I only wanted to protect you!

*In the black of night, your gentle footsteps grace the corridors, much too soft to reach my ears. You turn the corner, simply hoping for a midnight snack, but what you find instead is an entirely different scene. On the ground, bruised and battered, is the new chef, you had rather taken a liking to her, she had to go. I was hunched over her, wearing an unhinged grin, glint in my eye, a steak knife held high, I haven’t noticed you yet. I raise the knife, and-*

Felix?

*My head snaps up, eyes widening, I quickly pull my mask back on, and pull my hood over my face, a guilty look on my face* M-my Lord…?

*I take a deep breath, my voice still shaky* May I accompany you to your chambers tonight?

…Now why the hell would you want to do that? *He tilts his head slightly, raising an eyebrow.*

*I look away from him, my face growing even more red* I- I just thought, since it's late, and you're tired, I could keep you company.