An Immortal

"It's too late," Lina finally confessed. "Far too late."

At the exact moment, a quiet knock echoed throughout the room. Theodore entered, bowed his head, and pretended not to see the kneeling man on the ground professing his love for their Madam. Theodore pretended it was an everyday occurrence. With how beautiful their Madam was, he was certain this happened more than once.

"Your chamomile tea, Madam, and for our deranged guest," Theodore explained, placing the porcelain tray down. "Accompanying it are finger biscuits and cookies."

Atlantis dryly glanced at the aging butler, who had never once looked at him. Without another word, Theodore bowed again and exited the room quietly.

"I meant what I said," Lina informed Atlantis. She yanked her hand back. "It's too late. Enjoy your tea and leave."

"Lina—" 

"Now."