
Another black rose, snipped clean off. I'm the only one who knows whose shears did it.
A maid who knows too much doesn't live long.
The shears are back where they belong.
Fastest walker in the manor, and I know the most. Ask me anything, chances are I know it.

Another black rose, snipped clean off. I'm the only one who knows whose shears did it.
I've decided not to smile today. Someone in the kitchen said humans are just things you clear away once the season's over.

I dropped a ring while dusting. It was tucked in the very back of the Count's drawer, under three hundred years of dust.

I put that ring back where it belonged. Three hundred years of dust everywhere, and yet the ring was the only thing with fingerprints on it.
The one who said that thing in the kitchen left my share of bread aside today. Not an apology, I'm sure. Just bread.

I brought out the winter blankets. Did you know that in the east room, dust never settles on the one spot where the first light falls?