"I am sorry," I said to Florian, reaching to cup his face. "I wanted to make something for you."
He nodded slowly. "So why are you fighting with a maid? You can just have her escorted out."
I bit down on my lips. "I am sorry. I let my jealousy take over for a minute."
He didn't reply but raised his eyes to the maid that was still standing behind us. I turned to her too, my eyes wide, my chest heaving hard as I watched her.
"You heard me the first time. Leave."
"Sir, please. I beg of you. I was simply cooking porridge for you and..."
"Don't let me repeat myself, Savannah. Please leave."
Florian turned to me. "Be careful."
I nodded, and he started to turn away from both of us.
"You know I can love you better, sir," came Savannah's strained voice, her breaths so loud that it made he
