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MidReal Story
Whispers of the Manor
Anonymous
Jan 11
Scenario:I am being spoiled by my butler Sebastian. He s tall black hair red eyes. My name is Lila and he adresses me as “my lady” or my young mistress” . I have brown long hair and golden eyes
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Elizabeth Hartley
Lila's older sister and confidante, relationship with Lila is close but strained by societal pressures.
Sebastian Blackwood
devoted butler to Lila's family, relationship with Lila is professional yet complex, tall with black hair and red eyes, loyal and enigmatic.
Lila Hartley
young mistress, relationships with Sebastian and family members, long brown hair, golden eyes, curious and conflicted.
He’s pouring my tea again.
It’s a ritual that never changes.
Even as everything else around me does.
I watch the steam rise from the cup, feeling my stomach twist in knots.
I don’t know why I’m so nervous.
It’s just tea.
But it’s more than that.
It’s him.
Sebastian Blackwood, our butler, with his black hair and red eyes.
He’s been with our family since before I was born, and he feels like a constant in my life.
One that I’m not sure I’m ready to give up.
"Lila?"
He sets the cup down in front of me.
His voice is low and smooth.
Like butter melting on warm bread.
"Thank you."
I pick up my cup, avoiding his eyes.
I take a sip of the tea, the warmth spreading through my hands as I cradle the cup.
The silence between Sebastian and me is palpable, like a living entity that's grown accustomed to our company.
He stands nearby, his presence both comforting and unsettling, his red eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle.
I can feel his gaze like a physical touch, and I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
Just as the tension becomes unbearable, the door opens and my sister Elizabeth enters the room.
Her eyes flick between us, a knowing look flashing across her face before she settles into a neutral expression.
She sits beside me, her movements fluid and graceful, and I'm struck by the contrast between her calm demeanor and my own agitation.
"Lila," she begins, her voice soft and gentle, but I interrupt, my words tumbling out in a rush.
"How come you're using my name?" I ask Sebastian coldly, breaking the unspoken rule of formality that's governed our interactions for as long as I can remember.
Sebastian's hesitation is almost imperceptible, but I catch it, his red eyes meeting mine with a hint of surprise.
The silence stretches out again, this time thick with tension, as Elizabeth watches us with an air of curiosity and concern.
Her eyes dart between us, searching for some hidden meaning or secret that only we know.
Sebastian's face remains impassive, but I sense a subtle shift in his posture, a slight tightening of his shoulders that speaks of restrained emotion.
I watch Sebastian's eyes widen slightly as I rise from my seat, the teacup rattling on its saucer.
Elizabeth's gaze flickers between us, her curiosity palpable.
"We need to talk, now," I insist, my voice steadier than I feel.
Sebastian nods, his expression unreadable, and gestures toward the door.
We walk through the grand hallway, our footsteps echoing against the polished floors.
The tension is thick, each step heavy with unspoken words.
I can feel Elizabeth's eyes on us, but she doesn't follow, instead choosing to remain in the sitting room.
As we move away from her, the silence between Sebastian and me grows more oppressive.
I quicken my pace, my heart pounding in my chest.
Sebastian keeps pace with me, his long strides effortless.
We reach the library, and I push open the door, the creak of the hinges loud in the stillness.
I step inside, Sebastian following close behind.
I close the door behind us, the click loud in the silence.
Sebastian turns to face me, waiting for what comes next.
His red eyes are fixed on mine, their intensity making my skin prickle.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts.
"What's going on, Sebastian?" I demand, trying to keep my voice firm.
He doesn't respond, his expression unreadable.
I take a step closer to him, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Lila, there's something you need to know," he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper.
I feel a chill run down my spine as I ask, "What is it?"
He hesitates for a moment before replying, "Your father... he left instructions for me before he disappeared."
I stand firm, my eyes locked on Sebastian's, demanding he explain my father's secret plan. His red eyes meet mine, a flicker of hesitation before he speaks.
"Your father entrusted me with a task," he begins, his voice low yet steady.
He retrieves a sealed envelope from his coat pocket, handing it to me with deliberate care.
My fingers tremble as I break the seal, revealing a letter penned in my father's familiar handwriting.
The words are cryptic, hinting at a hidden legacy and a path I must follow.
As I absorb the message, Sebastian watches closely, ready to assist in whatever comes next.
The air in the library seems to vibrate with tension, the silence between us thick and heavy.
I read the letter again, my heart racing with every word.
The clock on the mantle ticks away, each tick echoing through the room like a countdown.
I feel Sebastian's gaze on me, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my skin prickle.
Suddenly, I look up, my eyes locking onto his.
"What does it mean?" I demand, my voice barely above a whisper.
Sebastian takes a step closer, his movements fluid and silent.
"It means your father left behind more than just a legacy," he says, his voice low and mysterious.
I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest.
"What do you mean?" I press, my voice firm.
Sebastian's eyes seem to bore into mine, as if searching for something hidden deep within me.
"It means you have a role to play," he says, his voice dripping with an air of secrecy.
I feel a shiver run down my spine as I ask, "What role?"
But before Sebastian can respond, the door bursts open, and Elizabeth rushes in, her face pale and worried.
"Lila, what's going on?" she asks, her eyes darting between us.
Sebastian's expression remains impassive, but I sense a subtle shift in his posture, as if he's preparing for something.
I take a deep breath, trying to process the cryptic message and Sebastian's enigmatic words.
But before I can respond, Elizabeth grabs my arm, her grip tight and urgent.
"We need to get out of here," she whispers, her voice trembling with fear.
I feel a jolt of adrenaline as I glance at Sebastian, his red eyes fixed on us with an intensity that makes my skin prickle.
I nod, feeling the weight of my father's secrets pressing down on me, as we turn to leave the library together.