Soon, the Head Butler followed by the maid arrived right before the gates of the Duke's cabin. The Head Butler knocked on the gate.
"Come in." From within, the Duke's voice rang out, cold and commanding.
With a slight bow, the Head Butler pushed open the gate and entered the cabin. The maid, her eyes swollen and red from crying, followed behind him like a shadow, her footsteps hesitant and soft against the cold stone floor.
The maid's heart pounded in her chest as she felt the weight of the Head Butler's gaze on her. His reputation as a man of unyielding standards was well-known throughout the mansion. The rumors whispered in the hallways spoke of his stern, unwavering discipline, and how even the smallest mistake could send a servant packing.
It was said that the number of servants dismissed under his watch far outweighed those who were fortunate enough to remain. Her breath hitched as she imagined what might become of her, knowing the Head Butler's eyes never missed a detail.
