Arriving back at the manor, Ansel immediately felt the chill in the air. He took off his coat and handed it to the butler. “What’s going on around here?” he asked. “As of late, there always seems to be issues here.”
“Everything is fine, sir,” Charles replied, hanging up the coat. “Is there anything else you need?”
Ansel raised his eyebrow. “No, not right now. Are you alright—”
“Charles,” Charles said, curtly. “My name is Charles, Sir Ansel.”
“I know your name.”
“Well, Sir, why is it you never call me it? You address everyone else by name except me. I wish not to be offensive, but it would mean a lot to me if you did.”
“Goddammit,” Ansel muttered under his breath. “This has Karin written all over it. Fine. I will address you by your name from now on.”
“Thank you, sir,” Charles said,
