In the office with a view that overlooked the garden, where a pair of maids tended to the curated nature worked, the young lord sat at his desk, overwhelmed with papers stacked high enough to block his vision.
"Eugh…" He sighed.
'This is my least favorite part of my position. I get I'm a big-shot noble and all that, but seriously…Does everybody need to reach out to me?!' The thought surfaced on his mind as he sifted through the letters.
A knock came to the door amidst his twirled mind, breaking his attention away, much to his approval, as he set his papers down.
"Come in," he allowed, leaning back in his chair as he stretched.
Entering with a slight bow of her head, the scarlet-haired maid came bearing a fresh pot of steaming tea, along with a plate of sweet bread, setting it down on the messy desk.
"I thought you'd need a break by now, Master," Irene said with a smile, pouring the hot beverage into a cup for him.
