The marbles on the kitchen wall reflected the light of the flickering candle substituting itself for the sun that has yet to peek through the windows. The sky has started to show patches of paleness across it's dark complexion, every soul in the mansion yet however lucidly dreams for a moment and gasp the air through their nostrils to alarm the imaginary trespasser of their presence. In this darkness every scavenger has become lethargic to toils of life and every insect soothes itself to sleep with the last drop of dew across the grassy terrains. Even in the darkness a man has been driven crazy for affection.
The kitchen had only one occupant, a person who blended into the empty room proclaiming himself as the sole chef that exists in the world. He is preparing a delectable breakfast for the one person whom he holds dearer than anyone else. A breakfast made out of poached eggs and brown bread served alongside with two cups of milk coffee waiting for some seasoning. He carefully scrubbed the surface of a white rock with a knife and collected generous amount of grain-like particles on a golden cup. Salt is an extremely rare commodity even for a Kingdom like Anglelands that exercises it's power all over the world through its massive navy. Despite the scarcity, The Family of Mayfly flaunts around this necessity of life by hoarding them in their warehouses.
The preparations were all completed and the only thing left was to clean the place and carry it to the dinning hall. Even though the Mayflies have thousands of butlers and maids at their disposal, Krodh likes to gets personal with objects he tends to see as outlets of his creativity. Within half an hour he finished cleaning all the utensils and wiped the floor clean. If the six years of lifestyle with the Mayflies taught him anything, it would be to maintain the cleanliness and purity of oneself and his/her tools.
The hallway had sights of life, a new day has begun and with it came the fixed routine every lowlife has to abide by. Krodh retired from his self-designated post of chef and carried the food on a dining cart to the room where foods aren't consumed but wasted in large amount. Most of the butlers and maids had yet to arrive and it worked for Krodh's convenience as he gets to present the dish exactly like he wished. The dining room was big enough to fit six Woolly Mammoth found in the northern most part of the Denalagu Peninsula, although it appears minuscule compared to the dining hall of the main house. Krodh started to rearrange the chair and table, the architect imagined the scene he had seen in the opera and re-assembled each part to duplicate the portrait that floated in his brain. The grand chair in the middle of the table followed by three chairs on each sides, one for him and the rest for the subordinates of her ladyship, the hierarchy of sitting besides the lady determined by the importance of the vassal. All the plates were arranged with spoon, fork and knife with two candle stands at the borders of the table; finally Krodh placed a structure that symbolizes the wing of an angel made entirely from sugar. Originally he intended to make an entire statue of an angel throughout the entire night however the endeavour ended up in a lethal failure.
It took him 30 minutes but the job is done. Krodh wanted to entertain the lady's philosophical itch, however his own knowledge of this literary matter only dwells in the surface level. There was a knock in the door.
Krodh opened it immediately.
It was an old man wearing a black cloak over a white under garment with sleeves so tight that it appears to be a part of his skin, the stranded signs of white atop were held together with a golden chain and so were the cotton trousers cultivated in the far western corners of the continent. The extravagant door was big yet falls short in front of his impressive girth.
The man bowed before Krodh and then said, "Thanks for your hard work young master Krodh"
"I am heading to the bath house Malvolio", Krodh said as he headed for the door. He paused at the exit and looked back.
"Say...Did the fine lady has awoken?"
"Yes, she is currently preparing herself and will be arriving within 15 minutes" Said Malvolio as he inspected his pocket watch entirely made out of platinum.
"Ok I will return back as soon as possible."
The hallway was empty and so was the auditorium, the courtyard and the echoing rooms for the scavengers. A terrible silence rode through the lands. There was no chirping of the birds or the rustle of the autumn leaves; the air smells of the death and it flows in a monotone dead circle as if its charmed.....Charmed under the whims of something mortal. There were more than hundred people in the mansion yet none dared to cross his path, a deity who's mare sight will destroy the common man.
The bath house had many segment, each with different temperature and depth of water and each were as huge as a lake. He reminisced the grueling hours it took him to clean a single compartment of this room; the cramps from those back breaking job still cause shiver within his bones.
Krodh wrapped a towel covering from his chest to his thighs, usually the bath house jostles with life during afternoon yet he soothes himself in the company of silence. No one can see his scars. There was an expression of anger within him followed by a ting of frustration, a single stroke can lay waste upon man's hubris.
Using his rough palms he rubbed his arms and thighs, washing of any dirty particles. He kept his long black hair dry as his duty call is closing by. He was able build.... not to muscular to hinder his dexterity and not to thin enough to be blown away by the wind, his yellowish skin reflected on the water and became clearer as the light became more prominent.
"Can't keep her waiting forever" Krodh murmured to himself and hurried back to his room.
Upon entering his room he reached out for his linen shirt and put a red doublet over it, then wore trousers of same color as the doublet. At the moment he didn't felt the necessity to equip himself but the belt on his waist was always mandatory as it bears the crest of the family. He then combed his haired, flattened it completely and applied a fragrant liquid all over his clothes. After that he headed for the dinning room.
There was a childlike excitement. A boy experiencing momentary innocence of the world.
The door opened to announce his name.
"Welcome back" Said the lady sitting in the middle of the long table, their eyes locked momentarily. Spellbound by her appearance in a gown Krodh reflexively avoided her gaze and bowed down to his knees with one hand on his chest and his head hung low. There was an urge to lunge at her feet but alas the table proved to be a major obstruction for such an action.
Krodh looked up again and smiled. Took a deep breathe and finally said, "Your humble servant is at your service Lady Ludmilla."