"Isn't The Lord a bit strange?" asked one of the maids, turning from where she was to go into the kitchen. She had to prepare warm water for two kinds of needs. That morning's work was likely to increase, due to their ailing master as well as the new, unofficial, occupants of the residence. "He's never brought a single girl into his house, has he?"
The other maids frowned at her, looking like she wanted to argue. When her mouth was almost open several handsome bodyguards seemed to be approaching. She cleared her throat to tidy up her appearance, tucking her dark brown hair.
