the triangle of time.

(Alfred's POV)

A unfamiliar figure was infront of me, pouring warm soup into my mouth and bandaged the large wound on my head. It seemed to be a woman, her hair like the dirt i passed in, and the seas i swam was in her eyes... vibrant blue all over those pupils of hers, it was the only thing i remembered.. she was the only thing entertaining me till it went dark outside, a void covering the world for the meantime.

Her fingers graced the light, and it shut off. The night light providing me subtle comfort, she walked off... but not without uttering a single word:
"Goodnight..." with a smile, I could still tell even in the dim light..

I was left to my devices, not moving a inch... because it wasn't necessary, a habit from.. where was the habit from..?
I fidgeted with my rosary, covered in dirt, yes, but still the only thing I was familiar with in this strange Manor.

Suddenly.. click... the door opened, well.. burst open if I were to be honest. a wave of sudden light blinded my eyes for a small period.. then a figure, a more familiar one. The same man whom stood atop of me during the awakening.

"Ah, you're still awake.. and alive it seems" the man, whom I learned the name of, "cielito".. was a odd name. His hair was long and colored as though it was the sun resting behind his back, he was wearing a frock coat, cravat, I haven't seen anyone wear those other than pictures of my grandfather.

(Cielitos pov)

I hummed, staring at the once focused servant stare at me in confusion. Why must god punish me like this... the second servant to pass today, one in the grave, the other in the mind.

"Do you feel well?" I asked in a professional matter, Ofcourse I wasn't gonna show I was worried about a simple butler.... It would be a scandal if it were to reach certain servants.

He lifted a brow, and hesitated for a moment. "I'm.. I..." then finally spit out. "feel, fine." Flustered it seems, looking away as if I was the odd one here.. never the less, I needed to check if he's just pretending... some servants do like attention after all.

"Are you sure? No sudden burst of memories?" I asked, keeping my arrogant tone. Feeling the bandage wrapped nearly around his head, on the right it was bloody as a woman's rag... it didn't seem fake, as blood covered my palm right there.

He simply shook his head no, which was enough proof for me. It was like i was a interruption in his Oh so very schedule... he simply sat there and looked down at his hands. As if there was nothing more interesting than them...

"Hmm... who are you?" i asked, a simple question the doctors insisted on me trying. Sitting down on the stool beside the bed I had organised for him.

"Alfred... Alfred Richardson." He said in full assurnedness, his hands twitched and then tightened into fists... .hm, interesting.

"Right name.. not surname though, you hit your head it seems.." I said, even if it was obvious I was still unsure.. he really did lose his mind and memories, why at my ball..? Did I do something to deserve this fate?.. God's above...

My face fell in my hands, as if hiding my face from the world in absolute shame.. I was about to apologise, for whatever reason.. until a large THUD was heard across the window.. we both turned, my heart raced and i could swear i could hear his too...

The window had split, swung open.. i almost turned my head away, assuming it was just the wind this night. until I could see a figure climb in. My brow furrowed, and I stood up. Walking towards the window. And seeing a sneaky peasant attempting to sneak in.

I hit his hand, causing him to fall down and hit his head. Though I just closed the window, paying attention to my butler.

"Pesky peasants, trying to sneak into my property.." I uttered, disgusted at the sight of peasants touching MY window sill. Stubborn pesky peasants, though he simply turned his head towards me, in silence rather than the usual agreement.

"And what's wrong with them?" He uttered back..

(Words: 735 words in this part. Including this.)