Victor

The soft clink of porcelain echoed through the grand bedroom, pulling Victor from his slumber. With a sharp intake of breath, his eyes snapped open, annoyance flickering across his face. He propped himself up against the headboard, his gaze narrowing at the figure standing by the bedside table. A young maid, dressed immaculately in a black and white uniform, stood there with a tray holding a steaming cup of tea. She appeared calm, her posture confident despite his irritated glare.