Chapter 31

The morning of the day that the messenger returned, Alistar was busy making up his bed and folding his freshly laundered clothes. The last part didn't take too long, seeing as how he only had two sets. He'd had three, but one was ruined when Anice emptied an inkwell down his front.

Once he finished, he stood back and admired his work. The house servants had taught him how to perform some of their daily duties, but only after he'd insisted past the point of politeness. The two women that he interacted with the most, who were around his mother's age, had said that he was the first little lordling they had met that desired to learn the ways of their work. Apparently it was unheard of, but to Alistar, it was simply natural to look after himself.