After his explanation, Helena face turned rather quickly, and as she spoke, her hand went to her hair. "Of course not M'lady." Helena's next words showed her doubt, and while his reassurances might not do much, it meant more then nothing. "M'lord sees no one like that. He has always found it... quite distasteful." That was likely a bit of an understatement, but Harold was not the kind to speak so strongly, at least unless the situation truly called for it.
After a moment Helena looked around, her next words of a completely different topic. Harold's eyebrow raised, and he stood up as well, adjusting his clothes. She spoke again, Harold nodded. "Well, I suppose I should excuse myself then M'lady. Do enjoy yourself." He was quickly rushed out of the room, not that he resisted, and pondered for a moment what to do next. First of all, he should ensure no maid ended up in this area for the time being, then he would go and ensure the room his master and mistress were sharing was properly set up for their use.
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Kyle rubbed his forehead again and headed off to the dining room. Due to the time that was the best option. He sighed again. Kyle would have liked a break, but there was little he could do. Arriving in the rather large room, he seated himself and leaned back. After a surprisingly short moment his father approached. Sighing again he sat up and adjusted his jacket before his father entered the room. He said nothing, simply taking his seat at the head of the table. Seems his father had decided to leave his mother and Martin to their arguments.
Ignoring his father's thoughts as best he could, Kyle noticed Helena heading their way. He knew she had been doing something, his glimpses of Harold's mind told him that, but the discussions he had been engaged in had left him rather unfocused on other matters, so he couldn't know for sure exactly what she had planned. Not that he would have otherwise, even if you could hear the person next to them, it didn't mean you knew what they were doing, or even talking about.
"Good evening Helena." Kyle smiled, looking a bit tired. It was nice to see her again, and she seemed in a surprisingly good mood. He twitched a bit, and tried to continue ignoring his father. Smiling again he responded to her next comment. "Seems like you enjoyed yourself. Find anything interesting?" His hands were a bit tense, starting to turn white from the pressure he was exerting on them to resist punching his father in the face. He needed a good nights sleep, and perhaps then he wouldn't feel so volatile. The only current blessing was that his father was content to sit in silence, though he doubted that would last forever.
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