Starter for @princepsumbra

It was just his job.

And his job was his life.

Jakob stood in front of the bookshelf in Lady Corrin’s room, armed with rags and a feather duster. He’d been slacking, it seemed, if the slightest amount of visible dust was anything to go by. Lady Corrin’s chambers had to be kept perfectly clean, or else he might as well hand in his uniform.

The problem wasn’t just the dust, but the book order. Jakob scoffed, pulling every single book off the shelf and piling them on the floor, dusting the spines and tops of the tomes as he did so. Books were to be sorted by author, yes? And height... it was imperative they all be aesthetically pleasing to look at. He busied himself with putting the tomes back as he saw fit, turning when sharp footsteps approached from behind.

“Ah, Prince Leo. You ought to take better care of your things.” He waved the duster at Leo, feathers wobbling threateningly. “Lady Corrin, in a room with dust and this mess of a shelf? Hmph. What would you ever do without me?”