“Cook says you’ve been great help preparing for the banquet.” Flavia looked at him hopefully.
Dael knew better than to upset a member of the household proper and met her gaze. “I have learned much about cooking.”
Flavia must have seen the hesitation in his eyes, for she nodded and took a respectful step back. She went from exhausted girl to lady of the house in a single instant; Dael envied her ability to pretend.
“I will have Tertius restore you to you former duties. I’ll need you nearby for the banquet.” She turned away, paused. “Don’t forget your sword.”
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