#prodigiium

{|♚|} The door was creaked open, without much sound, Alexander had the hinges oiled after all. The room he entered was big and eerie, the thick curtains blocking out every sunlight from the room. Sleeping and drowning in the sheets was his Master. Yes the raven was a slave or the more fancy term a 'butler' for this family who had taken him in, when he was nothing more than a street cat. 

He was grateful and tried his best to live up to the expectations, serving them without fail. Silently he stepped into the room, going straight for the windows. the even breathing of his master had something calming, peaceful even. A small sigh passed his lips, as he slowly drew the fabric back, allowing the sunlight to enter. Warming his face up, immediately he turned to call out for his master, trying to wake him up as gentle as possible.