Dominic scowled as he sat on the couch. "Bring my papers," He snapped towards his steward, the child instantly nodded and bringing his masters papers handed him a pen.
The study was quiet, the wind hissing. Straitening his uniform Joseph looked around the room. There was no other smells something to comfort him the room just felt simply cold. His stomach grumbled and glancing at the lord he bent his head down.
His brown hair flicked in the wind, he had noticed the lord loved the wind everywhere there was some sort of wind. The day the carriage window, glass which Joseph had never seen. Each house he had visited he had somewhat had to be near wind, see wind when he looked out the window or he had to take tea outside.
But Joseph was cold. He hadn't seen his love in three whole days sin
