
[size=7pt]Adelaide - Diane - Bryington
Dear Miss Adelaide contracted her now demon butler no more than a few months ago. Her Mark is a tribute to that sacrifice on the inside of her wrist somewhere easily cover with the long sleeves of dresses. As for why dear old Sebby was contracted... Well, let's just say that will come later.
Most days Adelaide's mind drifted to one of two places- as most other states of mind unimportant -that is to a place where one could sleep all day without a care in the world. To dream of far away places you could only just read of, of food( if that wasn't enough of a description in itself), but also a place where ladies must not marry a moments notice. They had time to live their lives and work as they pleased. The second being home a place where she could focus entirely on the newly run-away Arran Findlay, as this was the soul purpose to Sebastian's contract.
"I rather fine, thanks," she replies sleepily into her pillows as per daily routine." Just please relay on that I'm under the whether with a chill of sorts. Bedridden and unable to leave me room. It has worked a time before." Her butlers discontent for one thing or another thrown directly out the window.[/size]


