Chapter 19

　　"Let me" Blythe took the bowl and ladle from the maid giving her a sweet smile. "Let me serve you, My Lord." She hissed sweetly like a serpent.

　　"Ah, not worry, Miss Garrick. The help will do their job." Lord Knight replied her in a knowingly. He was hiding his smile whenever he looked at Blythe's desperate attempts to impress him.

　　"Nah, My Lord. My papa once said that a well bred woman should know how to handle cutlery." Blythe smiled at the Lord idealistically hinting about her inner feelings. Lord Knight understood it. What she was trying to do and why she was doing it, he understood as he was no fool.

　　Blythe was getting tired of behaving like a person of a below class. She always enjoyed the role of a Town head's daughter; powerful and above all but coming to the castle, it was getting a tedious trade of being at someone else's mercy. No matter if the man who was in charge was the man she fancies but she likes being the one in control.