Eiden leaned back in his chair, his eyes finding Anore. "Go take a bath.." he said, voice even but leaving no room for negotiation. "Then come downstairs for breakfast after..."
Anore lingered for a moment, lips parting as if to ask why, but whatever thought crossed his mind was swallowed back. "Okay..." before he turned away, his bare feet padding lightly against the carpeted floor as he left the room.
The estate's kitchen was already alive with the sounds and scents of morning. The warm, yeasty aroma of bread hung in the air, laced with the faint sharpness of chopped herbs.
Copper pans clinked as a young scullery maid set them back on their hooks.
Evan stood at the center of it all, a steady figure in his neatly pressed coat, sleeves pushed up just enough to allow him to inspect the dishes himself.
"Not too much cream in the eggs.." Evan instructed, peering at the bowl a cook held out for his inspection.
