4.)

In the shadow of the room there was a silhouette, a familiar silhouette of one messy curly black haired, butler.

“Roman?” She rolled closer to the bed…hesitant.

“AH!”

Matts quickly rolled out of the room. What did she see? A monster? A murder? 

“Es tut mir leid!” 

She exclaimed the blush evident on her face. 

She really must stop walking into rooms that aren't her own.

Rolling down the hall, her face focused on her knees, with tears welling up in her eyes, she reached the stairs with a defeated sigh,

“Noooo…”

Usually Matts, anger would blow up , before the tears but it seems she just gave up, and with a cold expressionless face she said,

“I’m going to kill that butler when I find him.”