*Killian*
Nearly an hour and a half later, I stand at the window in the library, downing scotch. I have come straight here from the bathing room, now wearing the clothes I donned this morning before changing into the sturdier and rougher attire that I sport when going to the mines.
Tia is correct. I have been an ass. I am still in danger of behaving as one because I can’t shake off the anger that rivets through me now that she knows the truth of my situation. I am embarrassed that I get my hands dirty, that I engage in backbreaking labor that no gentleman should.
I am disappointed in myself that I hadn’t paid more attention to the mines when I reached my majority, that I hadn’t noticed sooner that my father is not the best steward for the estate. That I spend my youth travelling.
That
