A nice talk

The face she makes upon taking her sip is priceless. She spits it out and looks up to see me chuckling.

“Don’t laugh at me; I wanted to do this.” She tells me sternly

I can see her determination as she downs the glass and shutters at the taste. Her face turned red, eyes glassed over, and she set the glass down. I could tell she had never done something like this before. Honestly, I had never seen her act like this. She had always followed the rules and made sure to take care not to step out of line. All of this curiosity finally prompts me to ask.

“Why are you acting like this. I've been next to you for the past sixteen years and have never seen you like this?” I ask with tapped enforcement because she could have sent me away for the asking.

“I know; that’s why I chose you.” She tells me in a small voice

This was the first time I had ever heard her say anything to me like this. I knew she trusted me, but to this extent is surprising. Hearing it thou makes my feelings boil, but I know I can't say anything about this. She would never, so I do the next best thing.

“Chose me to fight. I thought it was my strength.” I answer back almost sadly.

She looks back up, and I see a subtle softness in her eyes.

“I did, but it was mostly because I know that no matter what happens, you will be there to stop it. That’s why I wanted to celebrate with a drink.” When she tells me this, I can feel warmth in the air like a summer breeze.

The feelings dance in my mind when we hit a bump that interrupts the moment. There then comes a tap on the door. She puts her hair back up and answers the door.

“What reason is there for this?” She answers them in her with the commanding presence she usually has.

I sigh and go back to my standard attitude as a small man in fancy close opens the door. It’s a stander checkpoint. I’m shocked that we have one already, but I look up to see the sun has moved a lot. It’s not often I lose track of time during a conversation, but that’s one of the fantastic things about her. I step out first and survey the area seeing no meat threat. I start to round the carriages to set up dinner. Tonight we have roast turkey and bread. It’s not hard to set up, so we get done quickly, and I head over to the carriage that Elaina is in to let her know were ready. I knock on the door, expecting a quick response, but I didn’t get any.

“ Madam, food is ready,” I tell her.

But still no response, and I get concerned because she always right on schedule. I decide to open the door to ensure her safety. I open it to see her slumped over asleep. My best guess is the alcohol on an empty stomach with her small size, and she got overwhelmed. I couldn’t let them see her like this. They would loo their respect for her. I shut the door and turn back to my crew.

“Alright, let's pack it up and head back out to the rest stop.” I holler out to them

I can see that it hasn't settled in well with them, so I step forward. Now I'm standing in the middle of a group of angry workers.

“Y’all know the rules. If you don’t like what I got to say, take a shot.” I yell with my chest out.

This is our way, it uses to be different, but with rising times, people think they can run over the lady and lord of the house. That’s why I made a rule that if you don’t like what I have to say, you can try and beat me. Initially, many of them tried, but over time, they realized what I could do. Today thou, someone decided to step up. The head chef has miner pyrokinetic abilities, so I figure he thinks he’s got it. He takes a step toward me and flings the fire we were using to burn me. I take a step forward, walking through the blast. The fire singes off my shirt, and I fill the warmth of the flames.

It heats me, but I'm am unfazed by the heat. It’s little more than a cool breeze compared to what was about to happen to the arrogant man. This is because if you choose to challenge me, the penalty is death. I grab the top of the man's head and squeeze. I then turn him to the others.

“This is the cost of working here; if you don’t like it, your fate will be his,” I yell to them in ager of the insubordinate.

I pull the men head off of his shoulders, killing him on the spot. It feels me discuss having to do this, but it allows us to hire the best of the best without prejudice. If you are the best chef in the world on death row, we will take you. I hand the hat over to Daniel, the third in command.

“Congratulations, your second now,” I tell him as I walk back to the carriage.

With the order put back in line, we set off again. We have about three hours to the last stop for today. I get settled into my seat and look out the window at the world. I may not like what I have to do, but I wouldn’t want it any other way, for the service of my master has come to be my life's greatest work.