Violette POV
I followed Master to his chambers. Before we even reached the door, Loren opened it and Master stood to the side, waiving me to go on before him. That’s.. different.
Master stepped into the room behind me and the door closed.
“You didn’t make the bed.” He said plainly. I pinched my lips together as I looked at it. The blanket lay messily on the mattress, the pillows flat and sunken.
“I.. didn’t think you’d want me to,” I said.
“Why not?” He asked as he walked around me. He walked over to the bed and began making it.
“Rule number 5,” I said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Oh.” He replied. I took a deep breath and watched him. His dress shirt clung tightly to his muscles, his hair was neatly combed on his head. Dear Goddess.. what am I doing? I can
