Three Years Later

 "Alex, why can't dogs fly?"

 "Because they don't have wings, young master."

 "Oh." The five-year-old master of the noble house continued to play with his toys, while Roselyn or rather now named Alex, to hide her identity, was cleaning his bed, neatly and smoothly, much better than her first day, four years ago, she became better at house chores and taking care of William, the young master.