Thorn's hands trembled, almost dropping his tea when he watched her add another tablespoon of sugar. He closed his eyes. 'Out of sight out of mind.' he thought.
Elora finally soothed her throat with the overly sweet tea and focused on Thorn's elegant way of drinking. She didn't think much of his high-born grace- only that he should do his work well and to her satisfaction.
Thorn calmly set his teacup down, ready to listen.
''Your duties are to help me settle accounts. Household or domestic invoices and concerns will be handled between you and the butler. Only bring me the important files,'' she said, pausing to ensure he understood before continuing.
''You'll be living in the castle. Sir Charleston will hand everything over to you; learn from him. You'll receive Eight hundred thousand mana stones at the end of every month.''
After Elora finished outlining his responsibilities, she called for Sir Charleston.
