The doors opened… and the bane of my peace walked in with a disarmingly pleasant smile. Davian.
Roan's eyes immediately flicked to me, his grin stretching wide the moment he saw who had entered.
"Good afternoon, Your Highness," Roan greeted smoothly, his voice practically dripping with amusement as he turned his attention to Davian.
I sighed. Deeply.
Apparently, not even my own sanctuary was safe from this man. I couldn't avoid him in my house.
"Roan," I said flatly, "go take a break."
He turned to me with a grin that I knew far too well—the kind of grin that made me want to chuck a paperweight at his head.
"Eh? But Master, there's so much work left! How could I possibly take a break now?" he replied, mock sincerity lacing every word.
I arched a brow. "Hm? Since you're so enthusiastic about working, I suppose I can grant the aides a three-day vacation. You can take over their workload as well. Consider it a show of your passion."
