His Competitor

"Do you think my time is worth your selfish interests?" Thomas spoke up as quickly as he realized why Lady Marzea had asked of him to stay longer, "I have better things to take care of. Perhaps your bothers succeed so much for he does not allow your interference." He hadn't taken it well. How would he? He had many things yet to take care of and here was Lady Marzea trying to toy with his time. 

"Mind your words Lord Thomas," Lady Marzea spoke with respect even though none of it followed in her tone of speech. 

However, before any more words of discomfort could be exchanged, the girl who had come to meet them here, had already approached. "Lady Marzea," said Norma with a light bow. Light enough to enrage Marzea of her status, "what business might the His Grace's sister from a humble noble Lady like me?" 

"It is a misconduct to call an unmarried woman a Lady unless she holds too of a status," Thomas interjected as if it was his place to.