Lady Eleanor Brown was a human with an exceptionally beautiful face according to human standards. He had felt since the first time they met in the ball that Milton Brown's daughter had kept her delicate eyes on him. He had bluntly rejected having any relation with women that have romantic feeling to him as breaking up a relationship would only lead to more trouble with lingering feeling around. Especially to humans who he could never have a feeling for.
Maroon walked back after placing the scalding teapot on the serving trolly to ask. "The party would be held the day after tomorrow, would you be attending, my lord?"
"Milton Brown is a good connection for the merchant's road, I'll attend for now." Maroon received his words with a nod and excuse himself as he had finished his work.
Propping his head on one hand after the leave of his aide. He continued with his work after a sip of the warm tea.
