In the Castro mansion, Tyrion sat in a room with Damien at his side.
"Didn't I order you to guard my wife?" Tyrion asked, staring at the man who shouldn't be next to him. "Don't anger me so early in the day."
"Lady Castro sent me from her side and ordered me not to return unless her maid approaches me. So, I am here with you," Damien answered. "Should I return to her? I don't want to."
Tyrion closed the book he was reading. "And why is that? You don't like my wife?"
"I like your wife, but her maid glares at me when she thinks I have messed up. It is her maid I want to stay away from, even if it is just for one day," Damien revealed.
Tyrion did not believe the story Damien told. "You are afraid of her maid? Her sweet little maid?"
'Sweet?' Damien raised his brow.
"Matilda is only sweet to her lady and perhaps you. I'm sure if I asked her to speak freely, she would scold me for what I have done wrong in her eyes. You should consider making her a knight," Damien suggested.
