120 Matters of precedence (2)

«I hope my Lady will forgive me,» the maid whispers. Her apologising expression is rather believable.

«I should have figured,» I shrug. «You won't follow my orders if the Lord said you not to. His influence is way more powerful than mine.»

«It's not like that, my Lady,» she continues. «My duty is to protect my Lady right now. Unless it is revoked by the Lord, I can't follow orders that go against that goal. Even from the Lord.»

«So, you're not doing it because you were told not to leave me alone.»

«No, my Lady.»

«What if I follow you, though?»

«In that case, I'll gladly comply,» she nods, suddenly relieved.

She seems truly unhappy to be prevented from doing what I said.

It's funny to see how she's all worked up, while Patricia simply rejected my orders without too many comments.

«I'm not as unreasonable as I look,» I chuckle, and the maid relaxes her shoulders.

«I wouldn't dare to imply anything, my Lady.»