[ As a servant of no reputation or noble house, Aymeric is expected to be in the background unless his services are required by the lord and lady of their house, or by their children. And, for the most part, he is good at remaining unseen just as he is good at being a servant. It helps that Lord Fortemps is kind, as far as masters go, and while Aymeric has the occasional bout of childishness, he tries his best to behave.
As far as he is concerned, his life as a servant to the Fortemps is a normal one, and every day is more or less the same. "Boring", he calls it sometimes. That is, until one day, someone new arrives, and once she makes her entrance, following after Lord Fortemps, he finds his gaze drawn to her. Of course, he remains in his customary position of being out of the way yet still within earshot, he can't help but glance at her from time to time.
It is hardly his place to stare, nor to even think that he might catch her eye. But even as he is doing his best to look away, despite his resolve, their eyes meet for just a second, and like her, he feels a rush of heat rising in his cheeks.
But soon enough, he feels the gaze of Lord Fortemps upon him, and he quickly breaks the brief eye contact he found with her. He isn't here to gawk or stare, and his master's words remind him of that.
Quickly bowing somewhat awkwardly and a bit rushed, he asks: ] What- What can I help you with? [ It isn't the practiced formal words that he should say, but he seems to be just a little tongue-tied at the moment, and he stumbles over his words as he says them. ]
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As far as he is concerned, his life as a servant to the Fortemps is a normal one, and every day is more or less the same. "Boring", he calls it sometimes. That is, until one day, someone new arrives, and once she makes her entrance, following after Lord Fortemps, he finds his gaze drawn to her. Of course, he remains in his customary position of being out of the way yet still within earshot, he can't help but glance at her from time to time.
It is hardly his place to stare, nor to even think that he might catch her eye. But even as he is doing his best to look away, despite his resolve, their eyes meet for just a second, and like her, he feels a rush of heat rising in his cheeks.
But soon enough, he feels the gaze of Lord Fortemps upon him, and he quickly breaks the brief eye contact he found with her. He isn't here to gawk or stare, and his master's words remind him of that.
Quickly bowing somewhat awkwardly and a bit rushed, he asks: ] What- What can I help you with? [ It isn't the practiced formal words that he should say, but he seems to be just a little tongue-tied at the moment, and he stumbles over his words as he says them. ]