Liana stood in the courtyard, the morning sun warming the stone beneath her feet. Several manor workers lingered nearby, chatting idly as they waited.
Today was the day the ore shipment was due to arrive.
The deal had been finalized two days ago.
Three gold coins, handed over by my mischievous young master with far too much enthusiasm. The merchant was expected soon, bringing not just the usual supplies of grain, oil, and produce, but also an unusually large quantity of iron ore.
Liana kept her hands clasped in front of her, standing in a graceful and elegant posture, while the Armand workers occasionally stole glances at her beauty.
What exactly is he planning to do with so much ore?
I did try to ask him what he was going to do with that much ore, but all he said was "just want to try something."
That boy is always up to something. I just hope this doesn't end with me explaining things to Madam Francesca.
