With Helena tucked away in Harold's room, safely out of harm's way Kyle could relax a little. He'd been constantly on edge as she'd walked through the halls, ready to rush out at a moments notice. Since they had to stay for at least a few more days he didn't want his mother targeting her intentionally which is the main reason he hadn't left already. If he did, she'd likely take that as a slight and direct that anger at Helena, much more directly then she had been so far. He'd seen how his mother handled being slighted, and it wasn't pretty. Though honestly it was tempting to simply leave, slight his mother and let his family deal with the hunters on their own, though it would likely end badly for all involved, and probably spill over into larger and farther reaching issues. So, since they were planning on staying at least until the plan was successfully executed he didn't want to give his mother reason to direct any more hatred at his wife-to-be. Knowing her she'd ruin the whole plan just to spit the girl.
He sighed again, thankfully Harold was almost there, likely with some perfect excuse to whisk his mother off to focus on some other task. He was eternally grateful for Harold, and had never once regretted taking him on when he left the house, in fact, he's basically threatened his father into doing it in the first place. Luckily his father wasn't specifically found of the man to begin with, he just liked getting in Kyle's way. While Kyle could likely come up with some suitable excuse on his own, Harold was much better at doing so quickly, which was arguably more difficult when one was also struggling not to strangle the very person they wanted to appease, as Kyle was doing right now. As the butler was now on his way to rescue him, Kyle had given up thinking on the topic himself, he trusted Harold to handle it after all, and at this point his mother's fawning was annoying enough he was seriously contemplating leaving again. He'd managed to change the topic away from his mother insulting Helena some time ago, though if she hadn't he might have left already, regardless of the consequences.
Harold arrived, carrying a cooled cloth wrapped around a small piece of ice chipped from one of the blocks in the cellar. He had knocked politely before entering, though did not give time for an answer, simply opening the door and stepping inside. After handing him the cloth, Harold turned to his mother, sweeping her up in a conversation about breakfast or some such, Kyle honestly wasn't listening in too great a detail as this part was less then necessary. It was simply the pretext for whatever reason Harold had come up with, though that he would listen too, as it could be useful in the future, small talk was something he'd mastered long ago. Eventually, while tidying up the room, Harold mentioned something about the soup being made, and turned to Kyle. "Yes, it's always been his favorite you see, he mentions it quite often. You've made it for him since he was a child, he's always complaining about how nothing quite compares." A lie, of course, but a good one. Kyle took this as his own queue and nodded, looking wistful. "Returning home just makes me want it all the more..." His mother's eyes seemed to sparkle, and Harold mentioned that the chef's just couldn't compare to a mother's touch, the last push. She stood up, absolutely delighted, cooing about how she'd make sure it was perfect and rushed off, as much as a noble lady rushed, toward the kitchen. He felt a bit bad for the cooks, but it wasn't like she didn't do this anyway, especially when they had guests.
Kyle could finally relax with his mother now gone, he turned to Harold and smiled, "Thanks." The old man nodded and continued to tidy up the room, though not before pulling out one of Helena's dresses from the drawers. "I believe this will fit my ladies' theme for today." He handed the dress to Kyle, and added pointedly, "Why don't you go check on her?" Kyle chuckled and nodded, once again amazed by how smoothly the butler handled everything as he took the key being offered. Harold simply nodded and Kyle headed on his way down to the servants side, toward where Helena rested. Hopefully she was feeling at least a little bit better, somewhere where his family couldn't harass her, at least for a little while. Eventually they'd have to venture out for mealtime, and finalize the details of their plan. He sighed, pushing the thought from his mind, no need to focus on the details now. What was important would be comforting his bride-to-be, and apologizing for his families behavior. Hopefully she wouldn't think less of him for it, though he wouldn't be surprised if this lost him all the process he'd made with her recently. He sighed, steeling himself for what he assumed would be anger.
Kyle knocked on the door to Harold's room, "It's me, may I come in?" He paused, glancing at the dress. At least no one was around to hear this part. "I- uh, have something for you. A dress."
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