Chapter 7: Hands to yourself (1)
"I am going to take my leave so the two of you can talk," Beatrice said, getting up from her seat to spend her time elsewhere.
"It is nice to see you again, Lady Callahan," Connor greeted Beatrice.
"Hmm," Beatrice gave a short response.
Beatrice wasn't fond of Connor hanging around her son. She heard the tales of his short temper that got him in trouble. It was all she heard when his name was brought up in conversations. If not for Connor being one of the knights, she would tell Rafael to distance himself from the young fool. Beatrice did not care that Connor was the son of a family friend.
"What will it take for your mother to like me?" Connor asked, sitting down in Beatrice's now empty chair. "I don't think I have done something to anger her. Have you told her something bad about me?"
Rafael ignored Connor and continued on with his breakfast. The only good thing about Connor's arrival was that Connor interrupted his mother continuously asking about his love life and stopped her growing interest in the new maid.
"Silent as ever. You know, it really pisses people off when you don't reply to-"
"Why are you here, Connor?" Rafael asked, wanting this conversation to be over already.
"When you finally speak you piss us off even more," Connor muttered. Talking to Rafael was like talking to a wall, but then that wall would suddenly crumble on you. "First, can you tell me about the maid from just now? The one pouring your mother something to drink. Where is she from?"