The Gardener

The human waited patiently in the living room for Chaol to arrive. It was already quarter to ten before Asty could hear the faint creaking of the rusty gates outside. She flinched upon hearing them and played with her fingers.

The door opened, revealing three dark silhouettes. It was Owl, Yvonne, and of course, their master- Chaol.

Their shoulders were slumped and it was evident in their eyes that they were beyond exhausted. The maid emerged from the corridors, carrying a tray of beverages in her hands.

Owl took the glass and drank every single drop of it in one giant gulp. Yvonne continuously chugged onto the juice as if it was beer.

Meanwhile, Chaol reached out to the glass and sipped it modestly without a rush.

"You guys looked like you've crossed the desert." Asty croaked as she rested her chin on the couch's backrest.

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