From A Knave To His KingMy liege, so cold, so dead,Your dented crown beside you,Your gold, glassy eyes mournful and blank,Your regal clothes,Torn and stained with blood,Your broken heart,From which it escapes,Your silver sword,Which your delicate hand once held,Which lays guarded by mine,My broken heart,Grieving over yours.
Exclusive Master"Sylvia!" Her head perked up as Sebastian called her name. She rushed to the front door, where he was standing with a girl she hadn't seen before. The girl was few inches taller than her , and they both had long black hair. "This is Diamond," Sebastian said, "She will be working with you from now on." Sylvia stared at her with deep green eyes. Diamond's were a shade of blue both motherly and sinister. It would certainly be interesting to have a second maid in the house. Sylvia was an orphan that Sebastian pulled from the streets when they were younger. He took care of her and offered her a position as a maid in his household. She accepted
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