It's My Duty! ✩

Good evening your Highness -- Oh? Ah! So sorry about that! Quite the force of habit here in the castle. -- Anyway ... What is it I can do for you? My name is Vishnal, and I am a butler here for Princess Frey and Prince Lest. If there's anything I can do for you, well goodness I'd be happy to be of service ✩.

[butler-power]

White Magnolias {Iris/Vishnal}

[iristocraticauthor]

She waited patiently for him to compose herself. If someone had embarrassed her, she would have wanted the same amount of time to gather herself together. It was only proper, after all. Especially if you were the one who caused it. Vishnal did not deserve to be rushed.

Oh, would you listen to him? He certainly enjoyed flattering her. Iris chuckled, covering her lips. “Oh, Mr. Vishnal. You do know how to make a girl blush~.”

What was that? She was simply…? Now, if she wasn’t the curious type, she would have let his repetitive compliment go. Unfortunately for Vishnal, she was a curious person about any things. Her smile grew in size as she gazed at him. “I’m simply what, Mr. Vishnal? I hope it wasn’t something bad, yes~?”

[butler-power]

Vishnal couldn’t help the dark excessive amounts of blood that came rushing to his cheeks, his ears in particular standing out just a bit redder then the rest. “B-Blush? Miss Iris I assure you I am not trying deliberately to do such a thing! I simply speak the truth and nothing but the truth! I would never put together false words of flattery just to make you do a thing such as blush! I speak the only words that I have thought from the moment I met you,” His smile softened, before using is index finger to trace an X over his chest. “Cross my heart ♥.”

The man felt proud of himself, resting back in his chair while taking the teacup he had sat off to the side in his grasp once more. The cup was too his lips, when he heard the woman’s curious comment ring out into the open.

And he coughed.

“W-What? Simply what? I said creative! That was the only word I was trying to say! I just ... couldn’t think of it at the time! Hence-- The long pause I had!” He wiped his mouth with a side napkin. “Creative.”

[celestialviolins]

[butler-power]

Do you prefer Lest or Frey over the other to wake up?

Well you see both myself and Clorica are often assigned one of the two of them every other day or so-- But who I would prefer waking up?

[Winces slightly, before laughing in a gentle manner.] Lest is ... quite difficult to get out of bed. Sometimes it takes well over several tries just to rouse him from his sleep!

Meanwhile Princess Frey is quite self sufficient, it’s rare for her not to get right up out of bed after being woken up. So surely she’s the easier candidate!

[butler-power]

Vishnal! I need your help! I'm a faceless traveler and I lost my good friend while visiting Selphia! If you could call out in the plaza and ask if anyone has seen him, I would really appreciate it! His first name is Mike and his last name is Rotch.

Hm? [Blinks and tilts his head to the side, before perking up quite happily.] Well I’d love to be of service to anyone in need of a little help!

Mike Rotch! Mike Rotch is there anyone here who has seen Mike Rotch? A passerby traveler is trying to locate Mike Rotch! So I was wondering if anyone has seen Mike Rotch!

[kaze-no-travelers]

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[butler-power]

Princess Business [Frey/Vishnal]

Vishnal cracked the door open to the Princess’ room, it wasn’t that early in the morning per say, but definitely earlier then the usual time he’d come in to greet the girl. But today was a little bit different none the less, he was in charge of prepping her for later in the evening, and he was going to make sure that he did his duties properly.

“Princess .. ♪?” The young man cooed in a sweet tone, before quickly rising the blinds to the window in her room and letting the bright sunlight flood the room. 

“Rise and shine! I know it’s a bit early but it’s time to get up this morning!”

[cloricutie]

A Sheepish Situation - Vishnal/Clorica

[cloricutie]

“Oh I’m sure you’ll be fine!”  Clorica said with a light laugh and a wave of her hand.  “Just… make sure you follow me exactly.  No making up your own rules or changing anything!  Got it ♥?”  She did know just how bad Vishnal was at cooking, but she tried her best to remain optimistic.  Surely he had to learn eventually.  

Nods in thanks as the man opens the door for her, walking inside of the castle and heading straight to the kitchen.  “Alright… alright, let’s see what we have here!”

Putting the bag of apples on the counter, she pulled out a cook book from one of the cupboards.  Better to have actual instructions to follow.

[butler-power]

“Yes Ma’am!” Vishnal retorted back much like that of a soldier to his general; a stern sense of dedication in his voice, though also being unable to keep himself from his gentle laughter that followed. “I promise I will keep as close to the original recipe as I can,” He faltered; sometimes recipe book instructions just didn’t make sense! Skipping one or two of them doesn’t hurt right? Well-- He wouldn’t directly tell her that. “I mean-- I’ll follow them!”

Once they were inside the kitchen, and the slender girl worked steadily to find the book in the cupboard, Vishnal simply placed both his elbows on the counter, holding his chin in his hands while he wore a look much along the lines to that of a small puppy.

“What’s first on our list ♥?”

[Lest/Vishnal]

Oh, uh… /Is about to say something to the effect of “no need for the formality,” but that advice never seems to stick/ Honestly, I’m not really sure! /Holds out a piece of paper/ Have you seen this weird recipe before?

[butler-power]

[His head tilts ever so slightly to the side, before smiling wide in hope he could possibly be of service to the prince.] A recipe? Well I’ve looked through several of the ones in the kitchen .. cook books and what not .. [trails off as his eyes begin to scan the piece of paper.]

[Lips purse]

Though ... I don’t believe I’ve ever seen one like this before!

[pechvogeltje-blog]

More Curiosity than Tourism [Vishnal/Mistel]

[Mistel’s smile brightens in response, despite the far less sincere intentions bouncing around in his own head. As the stranger talks, he cocks his head slightly to the side - studying him intently, listening to the sincerity in his voice. What sort of man are you? he wonders, smiling pleasantly all the while.]

[When the man finishes, Mistel doesn’t miss a step. Usually he finds lying to be a terrible bore, but in this case he’ll make an exception - crafting a fluid response probably a little too seamlessly for his own moral health. The “child” card is one that’s often assumed of him before he can even get to it - and he’s not above playing it now, raising the pitch of his voice slightly and widening his eyes with “relief”.] 

Thank goodness, sir, I’m glad to hear that! I was to meet someone here in town and I’ve lost their address– my sister Iris will be very upset with me if I don’t find where I was supposed to go. I’ll be so grateful if you can help me find this person, Mr.– [He blinks, suddenly realizing his “mistake.] Oh, dear, I’m sorry! I didn’t catch your name, sir?

[butler-power]

[Vishnal watched the relieved expression lift and subside on the blond boy’s face, he himself feeling that of a smile stretching further across his lips. Sure he may have been someone to whom he’s only first met, but surely being of assistance to anyone that seems to need his help. While the words left his lips, the butler found himself perking up at the words,]

[Sure he seemed to look much like the Iris whom he’d come to know, the same coloring of blond hair with the pale porcelain like skin to match; even their noses seemed to turn up at such the same degree that he’s noticed before. But could he possibly be..]

[-- blinks a few times, before carrying on to address the question confronted to him.]

Oh--! Have I forgotten to introduce myself! [His expression shifts to one of a bit more bashful in nature, laughing along pleasantly before straightening his posture.] Many apologies sir, you may call me Vishnal. I am one of the three butlers here who work in the castle of Selphia, under Prince Lest and Princess Frey themselves. It’s truly a pleasure to make your acquaintance. ♪ Now! Who was it that you were suppose to meet up with? I will certainly try my best to be of any help to you.

[takaramonos]

[butler-power]

White Magnolias {Iris/Vishnal}

[butler-power]

“It makes perfect sense to me,” Iris said. Oh she adored that shade of red on his face. It really did bring out the other colors of his features. “There are all sorts of love in the world and that just manages to be one of them for you~.” She chuckled, covering her lips. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Iris nodded as she listened to Vishnal speak. He had such a soothing voice and she enjoyed hearing him speak. When he discussed those he admired, why, his voice sounded even more melodic. A part of her wanted him to never stop, but she knew he must at one point. Especially with this sweet little tidbit~.

She laughed, covering her mouth. “Oh my, Mister Vishnal~. I completely understand what you meant and I am quite honored that you think so highly of me~” Iris interlaced her fingers and rest her chin on top of them. “Please don’t hide away from me, dear~. It is certainly nothing for you to be embarrassed about. Really!”

Vishnal released a long bit of nervous laughter, attempting to sit himself up straight while he proceeded to adjust pieces of his attire while he attempted to calm his rising nerves; first his tie, and then his gloves. With a final clear of his throat, the butler finally managed to look back up at her with a shaky smile.

“Of course I’d think highly of someone like you Miss Iris!” His laughter continued in bits and pieces. “You’re just so goal oriented and you have your career together all while having the most creative mind! Plus you’re simply,” 

Another pause. He shifts noticiably, not quite sure if his up coming words were much too uncalled for, so he decides to go a safer route. “-- Just so creative!” And he already said that.

[butler-power]

[Mistel comes closer once the stranger engages him, putting on his most childish, innocent smile. It's the sort of smile he reserves for just such occasions - the sort of smile that he pitches his voice up slightly to match, too.] I'm sorry to bother you, sir, but I think I'm a little lost. Do you live around here? Do you think you could direct me if I had a question about a destination? ♪

[Facial features brighten as it seems he can be of at least a bit of assistance.] Oh do not fret about bothering me! I’m free to help you in any way I possible can ♪.

[Listens to the blond’s explanation with an eager sense of curiosity; once he finishes, Vishnal merely smiles quite a bit wider.] I do in fact live around here! The kingdom of Selphia certainly is a home I know quite well – So I at least believe I can help to some degree! I’ll try my best with any question you throw my way.

[butler-power]

/Barges into the butlers' room/ Hey, Vishnal! You here?

!! !! !! [Jolts up from his seat on his bed, blinking repeatedly before looking to the eager blonde.] Well Prince Lest! [Responds quite promptly before setting his book to the side and standing up straight.]

[Bows.] What is it I can do for you? ♪

[butler-power]

White Magnolias {Iris/Vishnal}

[butler-power]

While she wasn’t sure about what reaction she was expecting, this was still adorable to view. A sensitive topic? To some, it most definitely could be to some people. To her, well, Iris was a special person. “I suppose so, but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

Instead of asking any more questions, Iris leaned back in her chair and listened. Vishnal may claim that he wasn’t a writer, but what he said was quite poetic. Iris found herself taking her purple handkerchief and dabbing at the corners of her eyes with it. “I would personally say that your idea of love is quite lovely. However, I would also think that your own admiration for someone could be considered love.“ She smiled at him, tilting her head to the side. “Why, it’s a powerful love at that, or at least, it is in my opinion.”

The man’s face heated up to a bright shade of scarlet upon his words being complimented by the young woman, his laughter escaped in nervous segments while his eye’s avoided her’s for a several seconds. “Oh perhaps you are correct ... I suppose it was a type of love, though I must say I do have great admiration for a lot of people. Though I guess I do love them to some degree as well--!”

Vishnal nodded, feeling more relaxed at this point while he pondered on his own topic. Leaning back in his chair, the boy brought his hand up to his mouth, fingers drumming against the side of his cheek as he thought. “I do respect the princess, but I also have quite a lot of respect for my co worker Clorica, for my boss master Volkanon, for Jones and Dolce and quite a lot of people in town,”

“And of course for you too Miss Iris! ♪” The butler spoke in an overly happy tone, before his eyes widened as he caught his wording mishap. “Ah-- Not saying I’m in love with you! R-Rather I love you! But-- Not-- Love in the sense that you would take the word love but just as--”

And with all the embarrassment build up, as Vishnal sank down in his seat his hand covered his face once again.

[cloricutie]

A Sheepish Situation - Vishnal/Clorica

[butler-power]

Using Vishnal’s hand to help her to her feet, Clorica smiled softly in thanks at the man before brushing off the dirt from her uniform.  Falling asleep on the grass had not done much to keep her clean.  “This is true!”  The woman replied with a light laugh.  “I suppose you just know me too well, Vishnal. ♪”

As the two of them walked back towards the castle, Clorica nodded in response to the man’s words.  She could not help but laugh once before before offering a reply.  “Of course we can!  As a butler, you really should learn how to cook… and I’m sure with some more practice, you’ll be able to soon enough.”

Vishnal’s expression fell considerably. The whole mere topic of learning how to cook-- cook or bake or boil, just everything about the mere hobby seemed to give him the worst amounts of trouble imaginable. He always tried his hardest, but his hardest simply just usually always ended up getting him scolded by someone to come certain degree.

His frown remained prominent for several more seconds, before Vishnal shook his head from either side, brightening his smile up to it’s usual standards. “I might need some more work then even I’m letting on ... but I’m sure if I have your assistance Miss Clorica then I’ll at least get a little bit better step by step. Though I do ask you to be patient with me ..! Since ... I can even make tea wrong sometimes ... heh.”

He laughed a bit as he stepped forward to pull open the door to the castle, smiling to the girl in a brighter manner then he was caught in before. “After you ♪.”

[butler-power]

White Magnolias {Iris/Vishnal}

[iristocraticauthor]

It wasn’t often that she found herself in the presence of a friend. This was more her doing than anyone else’s. She buried herself into her work, letting her pen fly away without stopping (except when her brother urged her to) just so she can manage to make her deadline. When she allowed herself such a pleasure, she did her best to keep her attention on her company.

Yet here her company was, lost in his own thoughts until she finally brought his attention back to her. Of course, Iris would be lying if she said didn’t find his lost look charming and adorable. “I was telling you that I wthat I was writing a sad love story and asked you if you’ve ever been in love,” Iris explained. She rested her elbows on the table and interlaced her fingers together, resting her chin on top of them.

“Well? Have you?”

[butler-power]

The woman’s voice rung like a sugary sweet mix of honey and a flower’s nectar, causing his whole upper torso to relax just at the mere sound of it. Of course that was until the question registered in his brain. “W-Wait a second!” Deep scarlet coloring blushed to the man’s cheeks in a only a matter of seconds, his posture straightening and becoming rigid while he though of a proper way to respond to such a question. “L-Love is a very sensitive topic don’t you think?” Wait. No. Bad response bad response.

The man took a moment to think over the question, she was simply asking in innocence. With a deep breath, Vishnal was finally able to find proper wording once more. “Ah-- What I mean is ... I’m not sure what you’re defining as love!” Oh great Gods this is embarrassing.

“Uhm .. The best I could explain it as .. well I’ve had a type of great admiration for someone -- Er, a girl .. in my life before. Where their smile can simply light your day, or their laugh can send chills down your spine,” He paused once more, before coughing and clearing his throat in a brief manner. “Ah,” Vishnal stutter. “Though from a writer’s perspective like your own, I don’t think by any means that can be defined as love. The type of love where you simply couldn’t live without them by your side, where there presence becomes your new ideal of what home feels like - to the point whenever you two are to part you practically feel that of slight feelings homesick-- Now that, that type of feeling is one I have never experienced.”

And once again his face flushed a bright array of red coloring. “Does that answer s-suffice?”

[annnacecyyy]

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