Amelia stayed seated, waiting for him not very much looking forward to this morning because she knew the conversation that she needed to have. Still it was time and he had given her so much. Never much enjoying the concept of ownership anyway.
Madeline stayed at the door, hands behind her back waiting for him to answer in some way. Only to speak out anyway because the man never was prompt. She was used to that by now. “I’ve been sent to tell you that breakfast is ready Sir.” It was the first time she was instructed to call him that, after all this morning he would be a guest and not a slave.
He huffed as she spoke and cursed again in Swedish this time it was aimed at her as he moved past her and downstairs to the dinning room, he stared at Amelia from across the room before sitting down and starting to eat not saying anything to her, after all she was the one who had called him to come for breakfast, not the other way round.
In his bad mood he hadnt even noticed that her maid had called him sir for the first time, and even now it had registered with him.
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