Camilla walked over to the small silver bell on her bedside table. She picked it up and rang it firmly.
Ding, ding, ding.
A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. The head butler entered the room. He walked with his hands held neatly behind his back. He stopped a few feet away from her and bowed deeply.
"Yes, my lady," the butler said respectfully. His voice was calm and professional.
Camilla turned to face him. She kept her face completely serious. "Get me a male attire," she spoke clearly.
The old butler froze. His eyes widened slightly. He blinked a few times, trying to understand if he had heard her correctly.
"My lady?" the butler asked, sounding very confused.
Camilla did not smile. She repeated her words exactly as before, making her voice a little firmer. "Get me a male attire."
The butler shook his head quickly. He took a small step backward. His professional calm expression was breaking. "My lady, I can't," he replied nervously.
