Chapter 38
"Margaret, I had no idea you would be back so soon," the butler Harold hurried out of the home with his walking stick by his hip. "And the princess is here. Would you like some treats and a cool drink prepared?"
"Settle down," Margaret stopped Harold before he could lose his mind for not being prepared for her arrival.
"After all these years Harold is still a perfectionist," Amelia shook her head. She had never seen a more hardworking person than Harold when it came to running a household. Nothing was ever out of place in Margaret’s home and if anyone ever attempted to ruin it, Harold would have their head.
"It is a butler’s duty to be perfect to take the workload off their employer. Those who aren’t should not call themselves a butler. The young men looking to get this type of job are not being trained like I was. They think it’s just enough to give the workers a schedule and answer the door..."
Amelia started to tune out Harold’s rambling about what it meant to be a butler. She regretted starting this conversation in the first place. "On second thought, I could use a cool drink, Harold."
"I shall bring it to you right away. Is there anything you need, Margaret?"
Amelia found it sweet how Harold had been by her grandmother’s side from the moment she entered the castle to wed the young prince. When her grandmother decided she could no longer stand living in the castle and left it was no surprise Harold followed after her.
Even though it was clearly time for Harold to retire as he now walked with a cane due to a leg injury, he refused to leave Margaret’s side. In his words, there was no other butler suited to take his job.
Harold grew to be more than just Margaret’s butler over the years. He became one of the few people she called a friend. That was why Harold was able to call Margaret by her first name. A privilege many others wish they had.