“What?” She snaps. “I’ll be back at 7.” She quickly adds and turns before leaving.
Such a spitfire.
I couldn’t wait to spend the day with her. I finish getting dressed, pulling on my traditional outfit and walk out of my room in search of Morgan. I find him talking with Jeffries before they both turn to me.
“Good morning, Sir. Did Ms Celeste appear on time?” Jeffries has his notebook open like always, ready to write down notes as he looks to me for an answer.
“Yes, she was great. I look forward to having her as my servant. Morgan, what do we have on the plate today? Has the new schedule been put into place?” Morgan nods, motioning for me to walk with him.
“You are to receive breakfast in-” He looks down at his watch. “40 minutes. You have a meeting with Queen Isla after that. A memorial committee will be set up today for Queen Charlotte’s funeral. That will be a come and go meeting, you will need to stop in a few times over the day to make sure everything is progressing well. You are responsible for making sure all of the notes are collected and organized for the funeral.”
“Why did I get stuck with that job?” I grumble.
“I’m sorry, I’m not sure. Maybe Queen Isla decided?”
I stop and turn, looking at Morgan. We had been together for so long he knew what I was going to say before I said it.
“You are right. I will look into it. Would you prefer to be hands off?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Yes. I have more urgent matters.” I keep my tone neutral, not wanting to give away too much.
“Understood.” He nods.
“Anything else?” I ask.
He looks around the room quickly before hinting at me to head out to the balcony. Interesting. He didn’t want anyone else to hear.
I walk outside, surprised at the cool weather. Spring was so funny in that way. Sometimes it would be warm and beautiful in the afternoon but the mornings and nights were cold.
“There is some talk. Someone saw you with a servant last night.” He speaks in a hushed tone.
My steps falter and I turn around, searching his face for any sign of deceit. I know better though. His older face shows nothing. I hadn’t noticed before but he was getting more wrinkles the longer he was my butler. I needed to give him a vacation. Have him take his wife to the ocean or something.
“What are they saying?” I tilt my head slightly, wondering who could even have seen us last night.
“Just that you were with a servant. Nothing else. I have Jeffries shutting down the drama.” He takes a step forward. “Are you with a servant?”
“I don’t know if I would call itwith.I am interested in one, yes. Why is that causing drama? Have you seen what Arthur or even fucking Henry have done?”
Morgan stays neutral and I know he knows what I am talking about but he dips his head slightly.
“I didn’t mean to intrude.” He mutters.
“I know. I’m sorry, Morgan. Can you try to keep wraps on it? Technically it’s an innocent fling. Nothing is set in stone or available for public knowledge. Just have Jeffries keep it under wraps.” I wave my hand, dismissing it.
“Of course.”
I turn back to look at the garden, remembering the day before with Celeste.
“Morgan? What would happen if I left?” I speak quietly.
“What do you mean? Left for a trip?” He stops.
“No, like left entirely.” I say quietly.
He doesn’t speak right away, but I could tell he was thinking.
“Honestly?” He finally speaks.
