Franklin is sitting in the kitchen, cleaning pieces of the silverware carefully, sleeves carefully rolled up to keep his uniform neat. He nods in Liz's direction when she passes through, smiling. Another of the kitchen boys, one he doesn't see often, turns to him once she's gone, grinning.
"Good job on getting a promotion, Frankie boy."
Franklin frowns. He doesn't usually mind the nickname, but doesn't like how it sounds in his mouth.
"Promotion to bed warmer," the other laughs. "I mean, I'm sure he's very nice to have, and you're sure to be financially set for life. It's smart, really."
"You think?" Franklin asks, voice carefully light, sounding casual as he very gently puts down the spoon he's holding before he bends it in his rage.
"Obviously. I mean, I hope you don't mind me saying."
"I do, actually." Franklin stands, walks slowly up to the other man. When he speaks again, his voice is low and dangerous. "In fact, if you ever speak about him that way again, I'll throw you out of this fucking house myself. You're talking about the love of my life here."
Percy happens to be walking past the kitchens when he hears a conversation happening in the kitchens. He didn't mean to eavesdrop. He found it deplorable when the other servants did it to him and Franklin. But as he hears his love say,
In a carefully lighthearted tone, Percy could feel his heart break softly. Before the conversation could finish, he ran quickly away, desperately trying not to be heard.
It wasn't until he made it outside into a tree covered part of the property that he wept. Had he been wrong? Had he been lied to? Did Franklin just do this for this quote "promotion".
He continued sobbing for quite some time, sitting under the canopy before he managed to compose himself.
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