"Dinner is served, my lord. I trust it meets your expectations."
”How delicate humans are—so fleeting, yet endlessly fascinating. This child, burdened with vengeance, amuses me still. His soul ripens with each passing day, a feast I patiently await.” Sebastian thought.
"Shall I pour your tea, my lord? Or perhaps dessert first?" Sebastian said, smirking subtly.
For now, I serve, I obey… and I wait.
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