#mxrtem

『♛❞ ——   ❝ STOP RIGHT THERE ! ❞         From his window overlooking the front yard,  Soma cuts through the tranquility settled over the estate to call out for the figure caught trespassing.         ❝ We do not accept visitors at five in the morning ! ❞         Or might it be nearing seven already ?    Nine ?    Who could tell.  Princes are,  of course,  permitted to sleep in for however long they please    ( at least when residing with particularly lenient attendants ) .   There’ll be one minor drawback,  however,  in how his intended  air of authority  would turn out UNDERMINED when he’d yet to make himself fully presentable to the public eye   ---   lacking the lavish finery,  thick locks in impressive disorder.  

Added regardless,  as an afterthought,

                           His young master has sent him to investigate some suspicious deaths, what was fascinating, that the victims had something in common, daughters of great nobles. The Queen had asked his young master to solve this mistery as fast as possible. && analysing the newest body the butler started feeling a presence of someone, a supernatural being, the scent of death with a sweet perfume passed through her nostrils.

⊰ ♥▐ ⚔ ⊱—

/squints loud af at ‘get serious’ when the context is and i quote “spanking” someone 

me: i won't, i can't do it.

[two minutes later]

me: so i reblogged it.

ash: ok i'm getting on grell's dash now.

ash: oh my gOD

tf i was gonna reblog it