Frostvale Land Consortium Part 3

As Liam woke up in the opulent guest room of the villa, he felt a surge of excitement for the day ahead. Eager to interact with the human servants and entertain his followers, he grabbed his smartphone and began livestreaming to his millions of fans.

With an oblivious smile, Liam strolled through the corridors of the villa, his camera capturing every moment of his antics. Spotting a group of human servants bustling about in the kitchen, he approached them with an innocent curiosity that masked his ignorance.

"Hey, guys!" he greeted cheerfully, his voice booming as he pointed his camera at the startled servants. "I'm here with the human servants of the Frostvale Estate, and I've got some questions for you!"

The servants exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the awkwardness of Liam's inquiries but unsure of how to respond. Nevertheless, they remained polite, their discomfort palpable as they braced themselves for Liam's questionable queries.

Liam began with a series of misguided questions, his tone unwittingly insensitive as he delved into topics that bordered on racism. "So, like, do you guys all have really good rhythm because of your heritage?" he asked, his ignorance on full display as he awaited their response.

The head servant, a woman named Rebecca, forced a tight smile as she struggled to navigate Liam's unintentional bigotry. "Um, no, that's not how it works," she replied, her tone tinged with discomfort as she tried to gently correct Liam's misconceptions.

Undeterred, Liam pressed on with his line of questioning, each query more cringe-worthy than the last. "Do you guys, like, celebrate Kwanzaa or something?" he ventured, his ignorance betraying his lack of cultural awareness.

The servants exchanged uneasy glances, their patience wearing thin as they grappled with Liam's misguided assumptions. "Actually, we celebrate a variety of holidays, just like anyone else," Rebecca explained, her tone tinged with exasperation as she tried to educate Liam on the diversity of human experiences.

Despite the awkwardness of their interactions, Liam remained oblivious to the discomfort he was causing, his innocent curiosity overshadowing any awareness of his own ignorance. As the livestream continued, the servants gritted their teeth and endured Liam's well-intentioned but painfully clueless inquiries, hoping that he would eventually learn to approach their culture with more sensitivity.

By the end of the broadcast, Liam's questions had veered into uncomfortable territory, each one highlighting his profound ignorance of the human experience. As he bid the servants farewell and retreated to his room, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he had inadvertently offended them. Yet, in his innocence, he remained blissfully unaware of the impact of his words, his mind already turning to the next opportunity to engage with the world around him.

As dinner commenced in the elegant dining room of the Frostvale Estate, Liam's excitement remained unabated, his smartphone poised to capture every moment of the evening's festivities. Seated beside his father, Victor, Liam eagerly awaited the arrival of the human servants who would be serving their meal.

As the servants entered the room, carrying trays laden with sumptuous dishes, Liam's eyes lit up with anticipation. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he turned to his father and whispered, "Dad, I've got some questions for them. Do you think they'll mind?"

Victor, fully aware of the nature of Liam's inquiries, suppressed a sigh and offered his son an indulgent smile. "Ask away, son," he replied, his tone tinged with amusement as he watched Liam prepare to unleash his barrage of questions.

With a sense of entitlement that belied his youth, Liam turned his attention to the servants, his smartphone poised to capture their reactions. "Hey, guys," he began, his voice projecting a false sense of camaraderie as he addressed the uneasy servants. "I've got some questions for you, if you don't mind."

The servants exchanged uneasy glances, their discomfort palpable as they braced themselves for Liam's insensitive inquiries. Despite their apprehension, they remained polite, their professionalism overriding their personal discomfort.

Undeterred by the servants' unease, Liam launched into his line of questioning, each query more cringe-worthy than the last. "So, like, do you guys all live in huts or something?" he asked, his ignorance on full display as he awaited their response.

Victor, seated beside Liam, chuckled softly at his son's antics, his amusement tinged with a hint of satisfaction. Despite his reservations, he couldn't help but indulge Liam's curiosity, knowing that his son's innocence would soon be shattered by the harsh realities of their world.

The head servant, a man named James, forced a tight smile as he struggled to navigate Liam's misguided inquiries. "Um, no, we actually live in houses, just like anyone else," he replied, his tone tinged with discomfort as he tried to gently correct Liam's misconceptions.

Despite the awkwardness of their interactions, Liam remained oblivious to the discomfort he was causing, his innocent curiosity overshadowing any awareness of his own ignorance. As the dinner progressed, he continued to pepper the servants with a barrage of questions, each one more cringe-worthy than the last.

Victor watched with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as Liam's inquiries veered into uncomfortable territory, his own prejudices validated by his son's unwitting complicity. Yet, despite his reservations, he couldn't bring himself to intervene, knowing that Liam's innocence was as fragile as it was genuine.

By the end of the meal, Liam's questions had left the servants visibly relieved, their discomfort palpable as they bid the father-son duo farewell and retreated to the kitchen. As Liam and Victor lingered in the dining room, Victor couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction for having subtly reinforced his own biases through his son's unwitting participation.

As they made their way back to their rooms, Victor resolved to continue molding Liam into the image of his own prejudices, knowing that the truth would soon be revealed and his son would be forced to confront the harsh realities of their world. And in that moment, as Liam's innocence began to wane, Victor felt a sense of vindication that bordered on triumph, knowing that his legacy would endure long after he was gone.