"It's just a few days, Cashew…" Florian said softly, running his fingers through the young servant's hair. "And weren't you the one who told me you needed to dedicate time to your new role?"
After Lucius left, Florian had summoned Cashew again to help him pack. He hadn't waited long. Cashew arrived almost immediately, just as he always did.
But this time, before they even started, Cashew made a request.
He wanted to come along.
It caught Florian off guard.
Not because he didn't want Cashew with him, but because the decision Cashew had made earlier had felt right.
Cashew choosing to stay behind meant he was choosing something for himself.
His own responsibilities. His own future.
Becoming head maid, especially as a young male, was no small thing.
It was a rare opportunity, and Florian had been quietly relieved when Cashew decided to take it seriously instead of staying tethered to him.
It reassured him.
Especially knowing that one day, this body would no longer be his.
