Short Fuse
You know, it’s times like this I wish I could drink whiskey without literally exploding.
*Adara said this to no one in particular.
Several hours before the Duke realized he was long overdue for their short dinner together, the flame woman sat by herself in a large dining hall. It was the first time she’d been in his house officially, but apparently some servants had been alerted to invite her in.
About half an hour past time, she’d set to re-arranging the silverware and various dining utensils on the massive table into some kind of fort, and had used the spoons as people to enact scenes from her favorite plays.
She was halfway through Shakespere’s ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ when one of the kitchen maids asked her if she wanted to eat the food that was prepared, as it had long gone cold and the Duke obviously wasn’t showing.
She didn’t even bother to heat the food before she ate it, and left without so much as a word. If he didn’t care, she certainly wouldn’t.*
The next morning, the duke woke up bright and early, ready for another day of paperwork. As he settled into his chair and began to buckle down.
It wasn't until he took out his papers that he noticed a note, slightly singed around the edges.
