On The Bed

Ophelia shook her head. That wasn't the issue. Her lips trembled at the thought of mentioning it to him. How was she supposed to tell him that she lacked the pride and confidence of an Eves? Who was going to tell him the truth of her legitimacy? Not to mention, her initial status in the auction house? 

Killorn didn't seem to notice her distress. "You can take charge of all of my estates, not just this one."

Just how many houses did he have? Did he inherit them all when he has slain his father? Her head began to spin, for she remembered he wasn't this wealthy the first time she met him. In fact, he had been a neglected son of a Duke… At the time, she was six, and he was twelve. 

Killorn continued in a solemn voice that left no room for arguments. "It is your duty as Lady of the Estate to manage the affairs in my absence."