After the butler gives his report

The butler sighs and rubs his forehead. “Two of the new girls got into trouble, but you already know about that.” He begins ticking off things from an imaginary list on his fingers. “Lord Calcifer asked for a meeting. The cattle keep showing up dead and we can’t figure out what kills them. We know it’s a creature of some sorts, but we haven’t figured out what it is, yet. And of the stable boys was caught trying to have sex with Laurie. He’s been punished, but I know you like to take matters into your own hands when it comes to the girls. And I believe that is about it for today.” The Master nods slowly, lost in thought. An unbitten tart waited as patiently in his left hand as the girl next to his chair did.

“I’ve taken care of the slaves. Make sure Madam Smith gives them extra tarts this evening.” Jonathan nodded, a cheeky smile on his face. “I believe she already kept a few for them, my Lord.”

“Let Howell know I’ll be having him next week. He’s probably going through of his weird fazes.” He frowns. “There’s nothing much we can do about the cattle, I’m afraid, other than getting a few guards. Just tell them to be careful. The creature will most surely be large and dangerous. As for Laurie… Tell her to wait for me in one of my play rooms.” The butler nods and gets up.

“Anything else, my Lord?” The Master finished his tart and shook his head. “That will be all, thank you. You may go, John.”

The door closes behind the butler and silence filled the room in a warm blanket, interrupted by nothing but the crackling of fireplace. Seconds flowed as slow as honey until he finally spoke. “You may go, Helen. Thank you.” He got up walked to the door. “And, if you are late one more time, or get into trouble again, I will make you be the chair. I will be seeing you later tonight.”