(( closed with lukabluebells ))
Days off should have been a blessing to butlers, especially ones who were only training like Marlowe. More often than not though, they just bored her. It was unbearable sometimes; she'd rather be kept busy. If she wasn't, she started thinking... and when she thought, all that came up were memories. They were all awful, unless they were from the past few years. That was rare though. The bad ones came most often.
After a while, she stopped walking and came to a field. Figuring she might as well at least try to relax, she walked into the grass, closed her eyes, and let herself fall down onto the ground. Maybe this would be good for her.
She only opened her eyes when, all of a sudden, she heard someone - a child, maybe? - giggling beside her.