Aeris slowly turned around. She didn’t even hear Charles enter the room. Her heart hammered against her chest as she stared into the butler’s cool eyes. Master Aaron wasn’t with him, but it didn’t bring her much comfort.
Fear flooded Charles’ face when his gaze fell upon the box on the floor hands. “How did--?” He hurried to towards the box.
Aeris stepped in his path. If he got those papers before she could look at them, she would never see them again.
“I…I want to see my papers,” Aeris said.
Charles continued to stare at the items behind her, his hand clutching at the front of his shirt as if holding something beneath it. “I can’t allow that.”
“But they’re mine. You have no right to keep them from me.”
The trepidation left Charles’ eyes and returned to their usual emotionless state. “Correction: They belong to Lord Strauss, and it is up to him whether or not you’ll see them.”