With a silver tray in hand, Artemis Penrose strode through the halls of his master's home. Everything had been restored to the best of his abilities, but he knew that it still needed some work. In truth, the house would never be the same as it used to be. Not only because I didn't know exactly how it used to be, but also because he had only started work that fateful winter night. It wouldn't be right to ask Lady Marilyn of the past, especially with memories as strong as those.

His pale red eyes looked to the frosted windows of the estate. It had been quite some time since he had actually seen snow. His last contract was with a Dona of Spain, and she lived in a warmer area of the country. Everything here was so different from Spain. The climate, the people, the music, architecture, everything. There was nothing wrong with Ireland, certainly not, but with the addition of the change in time, it was rather jarring. When the line of windows ended, Artemis' free hand reached out to Marilyn's door, knocking on it thrice and announcing his presence. 

"Lady Marilyn, are you awake?" The words were smooth and curious. His british accent that he had taken a liking too rang through the hall. "It is time for you to eat and get ready for the day."