Sloane returned from the kitchen with a steaming cup of tea in her hand, the faint aroma of chamomile hitting her immediately. She took a slow sip, savoring the warmth and quiet after her long day.
She was heading for the stairs when a loud, sharp yell rang out, stopping her in her tracks.
"What is this?!"
She recognized the voice instantly—it was Elion, and he wasn't in a good mood. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she stopped, a frown forming on her face. She glanced down the hall toward his office, where the sound had come from. After a moment of hesitation, she headed in that direction.
As she reached the door, she noticed Elion by his desk, his whole body radiating frustration. His sharp silver eyes were fixed on a young maid who stood before him, trembling slightly and clutching the hem of her apron.
