Sebastian Michaelis walked down the stylish hallways of Anon’s manor, his shoes echoing softly. It was almost midnight and Sebastian Michaelis carried a golden candle holder, illuminating his way. He had nearly finished his duties, except for one requiring immediate attention. The day had been surprisingly calm. He paused at the library door, knocking softly before entering silently. The dimly lit room revealed Anon, sitting on a couch, engrossed in a novel. He spoke softly, glancing at Anon.
“My lady, it’s almost midnight; you’re past your bedtime. You must be tired. May I escort you to your bedchamber?”