His own appetite disappeared as he watched her leave, her meal barely touched.
Her words still stayed with him.
'...This is my home now.'
He could hear the pride in her voice…
Shaking his head to clear the thought, he continued with his meal.
When he was done, he went to the study to check a few inventories. They weren't living in an estate so there was much less paperwork to handle.
And Sawyer had already done all of the hard work for him. His job was just to inspect the inventories.
And they were well-summed.
"Well done, Sawyer." He murmured, sparing the man a glance.
"Thank you, my lord."
"Any letter from my father?"
"No, my lord."
"Has my letter to the royal house been sent?"
Sawyer stepped forward. "Yes, my lord. I ensured that it was mailed to the residence the Queen is currently occupying." Then he cleared his throat. "A response came in this morning."
So quickly?
That meant that she had not yet returned to the capital…
She was still in the countryside.
