The next day, early morning, Andrew was already fully ingrained inside Victoria's room, seated at her small table just next to her bed. Victoria could still sense his presence; he had been there since earlier, before the sun's rays had even appeared and even now, they still remained wherever they were.
"Brother..." Victoria called out once she stirred in her bed and faced Andrew.
"A minute, sister, I shall call on the maids. I just need to clarify a few intricate details in these letters," Andrew stated, his head still buried in the papers. "And is there another of these you forgot to give? I need this lad to pay for this!" he added, as Victoria raised her sleepy eyes to her brother and slightly shook her head.
