Servant-so-Faithful

Blue eyes, dull with fatigue and strain he never should have encountered until his late thirties, looked up toward the clock. It was starting to creep toward the late hours of the evening, and it was nearly time to retire for the night. Despite this, he still wanted to make sure that what needed to be done was done. It was habit, and he liked to think he was efficient that way. Double-checking his preparations and earlier tasks once more, the blond boy retired to bed with a small glass of milk to tide him over into dreams and a comfortable bit of peace. But he felt accomplished, and that was worth the effort. The citizens had been quiet, and