Chapter 33

Yet another reason Eve's dad deserves to be dead. Who tells their kids that there is only those who get served in life and those who serve. What about friends? What about parents? What about grandpar- wait. I did kinda just serve her. But she kinda taught me some things. So like an intern, I do every chore in the house and I get etiquette shot into my head. Back to relationships, dog and human! If you ever say that your dog serves you, you are lying. As for cats, you serve them there is no inbetween. Little jack*sses. Cute little f*ckers but vindictive, they will bite you for the littlest thing.

"Eve, you should know there are many more relationships than servant and master. Like frien-"

"I know! But I get to mess with you when I bring up my dad."

She must be hiding her feelings under jokes. Just like my method acting teacher once said. "Curl up all of your feelings into a ball. Then shove them deep down past your diaphragm, and through your stomach. If you get butterflies in your stomach you didn't push your feelings deep enough." He was truly a great man, he only had 4 students who had mental breakdowns! And one student who took their villainous role too far. He ended up teaching around 20 students before he committed suicide. A great man. And I know Eve is getting none of his teaching from me. Because method acting is a horrible thing. Period. Mental periods are odd.

"Hey Eve, you should always express your feelings, never bottle them up!"

"Does that mean during a ball if a dude walks up to me and I dislike his looks I can punch him in the face?"

"Yes, but I would rather you did it later. I would also rather you found better ways to express your feelings! I will teach you some next time we're in the study."

"Even if he's the crown prince?"

"Ye-"

"So you're saying I can punch the crown prince during his coronation ball? In the face?"

"Yes you have me."

"Thankfully I have good judgment, as well."

Is she getting sassy? No. It must just be me over stressing! There is no way a… year old could speak like that. I have to ask her age. But I can't just ask her, I have known her for a while now! Plus what if she already told me, she would think I didn't care about her! As her soon to be fatherly figure I need to make sure I look perfect in her eyes! Also where does she come up with these scenarios, how could she think to punch a prince in the face? Could she have talent as a novelist? Should I teach her how to best be a novelist? I may have never written a story of my own ever, but I'm sure that I can guide her in the best direction! How hard could it be to write a few words in sequence?

I helped Eve up onto the carriage because I felt we were standing and talking for a bit too long outside the carriage. We could much more easily talk and chat in the carriage! Every second Eve is outside increases her chances of disease. Could magic heal diseases? Maybe. Could they cure cancer? I bet not. But I'm sure MY magic could! A few rouge cells? Easy peasy lemon squeezy. If I couldn't I'm sure I could safely amputate the arm. Anyway, Eve gets into the carriage and I look around for any suspicious people before getting inside the carriage. We started our silent trek, Eve was talking so much outside of the carriage. The moment we step in, she's as quiet as the cutest mouse in the world.

After the 20 minute carriage ride I exit and check the surroundings before helping Eve down. I walk Eve inside the manor ignoring all of the guards in the way. Who dared try to stop my fun walk with Eve. If I was good at remembering faces, I would remember theirs. So I could get payback later. I walk Eve to the study and once again give her a lecture on mental health and well-being, this time on relationships and how they are necessary for social animals, like humans.

"So! When humans and other social animals don't get enough interaction between those of the same species, we fall into a state of depression. Which decreases productivity by large amounts."

"So if I want to make good money off of my future servants I need to make sure their needs are met?"

"Yes!"

"Why can't I just hire lots of super cheap labor and get more profit that way?"

"Because…"

"Because?"

"People will rebel."

"But they won't rebel against a well armed dictator!"

"But the guards will also be dissatisfied and then rebel."

"But I would just get them lots of benefits and good pay."

"Doesn't matter, it's still more effective to be humane!"

"Really!"

"Yes!"

"I'll try both out when I get older!"

"Only use mine!"

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Ok, I say so what."

"End of conversation."

"It may have ended for you bu-"

"This is just the ramblings of a crazy person."

"Huh? You are rambling like a crazy person?"

"No you are."

"So it's a conversation now?"

Sh*t she got me. I swear she is getting a lot more sassy! Is it my influence or is it just who she is? Am I ruining a perfectly innocent girl? Should I give up on parenting? I probably should… not! I won't give up! I'm sure it's just her way of being open with me! She may be under 10, probably. But I'm sure she's going through her rebellious faze! My rebellious faze was worse than this, I was certain that my… my… something… was it my arm or my eye? Anyway, it was holding the weight of the world all by itself. Ha! Holding it must have been my hand!