As Darian rode in the limousine for his master's estate to his new job, his mouth lie agape with wonder at it's size. his wolfish ears twitched in surprise as he took in the size of the estate. Still in amazement, he remembered his job description:<br/><br/>Protect The Mistress of the house with your life.<br/><br/>As he got out of the limo he straightened his tie and was handed his suitcase. walking up to the door, he knocked three times as he had been taught and patiently waited. when a maid opened the door, he cleared his throat. "The Mistress of the house hired me as the new butler. I was ordered to start immediately. Might you lead me to her room that I may announce my arrival?"<br/><br/>"That won't be necessary, sir! We were told you were to help the chefs prepare her breakfast and then serve her meal. allow me to lead you to the kitchens."<br/><br/>Darian nodded. "I see." he answered her with a nod of his head. So the mistress of the house was one of those was she? one of those "Do your job and I let you live here" people. He sighed in frustration as he entered the kitchen. Preparing one of the best four stacked pancake and crepe meals one had ever seen, he picked up a jug of orange juice and a tray full of fruit and his specialty pancakes. "This should do it..." he muttered, walking to his new Mistresses room and knocking. "Breakfast M'lady." he called out as he entered.