Chapter four
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"You look lovely Hannah." Gracia said to Syria as the descended the the small staircase. Upon living her room, Syria had bumped into Gracia, who was leaving one of the guest rooms with a basket of dirty laundry.
"Thank you Gracia." She said.
"Hannah would you mind if I asked how long you're staying?" Gracia asked in that cheerful voice of hers. Syria hadn't thought of that. She had no where to go, but she couldn't live here forever, that much she knew.
"To be honest I'm not quite sure. But you don't have to worry, I can leave today." she said politely.
"Oh no. That isn't what I meant. I honestly just wanted to know. You mentioned you were a traveller, so I was curious... I'm sorry."
"There's no need for you to be." she paused. "Actually, I don't want to travel anymore. At least not any time soon. And home isn't an option for me." Syria said and regretted it immediately. "My family and I are estranged." she added quickly.
"I'm so sorry to hear." Gracia said apologetically.
"It's fine." she thought for a moment, "Do you happen to have an opening for a job here?" she asked Gracia. "This inn is yours is it not?" she asked noticing how the girl's face dropped.
"Oh yes it is, but the only job I have available is for a singer. I'm sorry."
Syria's heart leaped, "Great! I'm quite the good singer myself." It was no lie. Syria was said to have one of the most beautiful voices in her kingdom, and on her father's birthday, she'd always sing him a song, in the audience of other royals and nobles.
"That's wonderful. The previous singer left to get married, I've been looking for one ever since." She paused. "What salary do you expect to receive?" she asked.
Syria had no idea what the ideal salary of a singer was, so she simply said, "A copper less of your previous singer's pay. And please, I would hate for you to hire me without hearing a single song. Let's say I perform tonight, and then you'll decide whether you'll hire me or not."
"That does make sense. Your such a nice person Hannah, I just know you and I are going to be the best of friends." Gracia beamed.
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