1 A Maid called Beatrice

The statue of Master Luxanne was held up high in the middle of the garden on the front yard, between the main gate and the mansion.

I held my right hand to heart, and bowed my head a little bit. The statue was made with pure rock, and even that I firmly remember we had to fight for.

"But sir Luxanne…."

"I'm afraid I do not want to hear it. Speak no more. I do not need a statue of myself."

Although his voice barely had energy, it was still striking with charisma until the very end.

"Please, we insist. We wish to remember you even after your death. You've been so good to us. You gave us a place to stay, and protected us under your name from the pigs out there that would have dragged us down to take our dignity. Please let us honour you. Please!"

All the maids and butlers in his room bowed down in unison; myself being one of them.

This was the part where the master would shout at us with temper, saying such things like:

"Gotten arrogant have we? you brats not listening to your master! You don't call other nobles pigs. Who told you boys and girls to badmouth people?"

But instead the head of the family gave a light, powerless chuckle. I was sure he knew that he wouldn't live for so long. He wanted to be gentle and he clearly did not have enough in him to be high tempered either, furthering our sadness.

Our father figure. Our light. He saved some of us from the hellish days of slavery, and he was quick to give opportunity to those who he deemed deserved it, regardless of their race.

He was a true noble in our eyes, a true philanthropist.

"Rock, then."

He ordered us.

"No expensive stones and materials. Just rock."

Master Luxanne lied down properly in bed after, in which the head maid fixed the blanket for it to properly give him warmth. He turned away from us, as if to say there was no more to say, and we decided to back away after saying our gratitudes.

I was the last one who was about to be out, before his words stopped.

"Oh, and another thing."

"Yes my master?"

"Make a bench in the front yard in my name." He spoke, with the calmest voice in the world,

"My son loves sitting on the cold yard floor to read his books. I want him to properly sit on a bench."

I turned and looked at the bench made out of fresh, high quality wood fixed diagonal to the central statue. It was near the doorway, right in front of the small flower garden that traced the edges of the yard barring the front gate.

I walked towards it, brushed the top slightly with my fingers, and looked at the small iron plating fixed at the centre of the bench's face and lightly smiled at the words carved on it.

SIT WITH YOUR BACK STRAIGHT! LOVE, WILLIAM LUXANNE.

Tears swelled up a bit, but I decided not to cry.

Because I knew that the person going through most pain was his late, 12 year old son.

"Young master…"

I mattered to myself, looking at the window of his room visible from the outside mansion. The curtains were kept tight shut since my master died.

Filled with determination, I decided to move toward the young master's room.

I'll do whatever it takes to cheer him up! I thought to myself.

Knee pillows, tight hugs, anything. Although more than that….he'd have to wait until he reaches the Lumenian adult age of 16.

'Then...then,'

I could feel the blood going towards my face a little. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the young master's door. I coughed to shoo away my filthy thoughts, and knocked on the door.

No response.

Another knock.

"Young master?"

No response.

I started to get worried.

"Young master are you okay?!" I shouted as I asserted a heavier knock, which resembled more of a punch on the door.

Again, no response. I felt the hair on my body stand up, with chills being felt down my back.

"Forgive me young master I'm coming in!"

As I turn the doorknob, I realise that it won't turn. The door was locked.

My worries now snowballed, I was starting to breathe heavily. I had to use my last resort.

I took a big breath in, moved one step back on my right foot, and put power on my core. After my stance was complete, I made a big battle roar.

"GRRRRRRAH!"

With all the strength, I kicked the door, and force asserted made completely demolished the door and snapped it in half. I had no time to think about my elegance as a house maid. I wanted to know how the young master is. I stepped aggressively forward inside, and moved my sight around the room.

"Victor!"

I shouted for the boy's name, before completely freezing.

The boy was fine. He was alive and well, in his bed with his blanket wrapped around him.

After seeing his safety, I come to a realisation of what I have done.

His eyes opened wide, his jaw wide open. I wanted to say something but my brain completely froze.

After the awkward, dreading silence, the boy spoke.

"Beatrice." He said, with a shaking voice.

"....What the hell are you?"