The following day, Daedric stood by the tall bookshelf, idly flipping through a document in his hand. His piercing gaze shifted toward Jameson, who stood respectfully at a distance. "Jameson, summon Hazel to my study," he commanded.
Jameson hesitated for a moment before responding. "Your Grace, Miss Hazel has specifically requested not to be disturbed today. She is diligently working on the documents you instructed her to complete within the next fifteen days."
Daedric's lips curved into a faint, sardonic smile as he raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" he drawled. "Tell me, Jameson, have your loyalties shifted? You seem more devoted to Hazel than to me. Perhaps I should officially reassign you to her service?" His voice carried a subtle edge, one that hinted at both mockery and authority.
Jameson stiffened, quickly bowing his head. "Of course not, Your Grace. I will inform Miss Hazel immediately." Without another word, he turned and left to carry out the order.
