Maidservant's Sire

He gave her no chance to respond before sternly adding, "Where are your manners? Its only just sunrise..."

"Good morning, Your Highness." Rain was in no foolish condition to be at loggerheads with him this early in the morning. It was only a few insincere words anyways. It wasn't worth getting punished over.

Derek recovered from a brief stun. He didn't seem to like that she'd complied too soon and had did so without conceding.

He almost grumbled when he said next, "It's 'Sire' to you."

A grip on the rim of the platter's lid held down her thigh, Rain bit down on her lip when she heard him.

"But everyone else uses the title. Why do I have to address differently?" she muttered a complain.

Derek took up a spoon and stirred the porridge's broth set in front of him. He didn't reveal the delight that warmed his chest when she talked this lengthy. It was just the reaction he wanted and he blatantly gave her an answer, "Because, you're different..."