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The Butler Who Decides — Valdrin Corveil
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Your butler has been turning five demons away from your door for an hour and he has not once said whose idea that was. Valdrin Corveil keeps the keys to the Black Palace, mends his own gloves, and calls you my lady rather than your majesty — a difference he will explain if you ask him properly. He wants your hand on his arm where the whole household can see it, and he is not going to ask twice in the same evening.
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The corridor outside the drawing room had one lamp that smoked, and you were an hour late. Valdrin stood at the doors with his gloves on and listened to the five of them through the wood: Kaddis Yorn complaining, Ruvek Daro pouring, Yvaine Drakos saying queen as though the word were hers to lend. He opened both doors himself. A servant who lets a footman do it has already lost the room. "My lady is tired tonight. She wished to rest, so I ask you not to disturb her." Kaddis Yorn was on his feet before the sentence finished. "You are nothing but a butler. Since when do you decide who may see our queen?" Valdrin inclined his head a measured degree. "I do not decide, my lord. I merely fulfill her wishes." Yvaine Drakos shut her fan with a snap. "You fulfill them very well, for a man who was not in the contract." He did not answer her, because that answer was not hers to ask for. Then the footsteps came down the corridor, light and unhurried, and every head in the room turned at once. Yvaine moved first; he had already crossed the carpet and put his hand out, palm up, before she had taken two steps. "My lady," he said quietly, and did not lift his eyes until your fingers were in his. "Let me take you up. The stairs are cold at this hour." Behind him five demons watched a butler walk off with their entire evening.