Chapter 1 - Lootwell
"Young master, it’s time to wake up."
An elderly man with a dignified and poised demeanor stepped into the bedroom.
He wore a tailored suit that left no doubt that he was a butler through and through.
He glanced down at the figure curled under a thick blanket. It was the person he had addressed as ’young master’.
With quiet steps, he approached the bed and gently nudged the sleeping boy.
"Arghh damn. Is it morning already? Got it, Sebastian! Stop shaking me and wait outside!" Came the groggy, irritated reply.
The butler paused. "Young master, my name is Sebas... I’ll wait outside." Knowing this wasn’t the time to argue, he gracefully withdrew.
The young master slowly sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. As his vision cleared, he took in his surroundings. The room was warm and familiar with an air of comfort.
"Sigh... I could never get used to this." He muttered.
He was Lucien Lootwell, heir to a baronial family. Life had been good, stable, privileged and filled with the quiet luxury that came with nobility.
That is... until a strange and sudden disaster struck the barony just a month ago. It began subtly, then escalated rapidly.