In the main parlor of the Grand Duke's mansion, the family of four sat comfortably on the sofa.
Owen just stared nervously from his seat on the sofa opposite them. Now that he was sitting alone, he wished the maid was beside him, but she was standing behind the sofa the princess and her family were seated on.
The parlour was silent until Aristia cleared her throat and said, "I met Owen when I wanted to take a walk around the square."
Owen stiffened and glanced at her, hoping she wouldn't say he was being chased for stealing.
To his relief, Aristia didn't do that. Instead, she said,
"I want Owen to be my assi—aide." She changed her words.
"You want him to be your aide?" Wilson asked, eying the small, scrawny boy.
"Yes Papa. I need help to manage my business," Aristia nodded.
"I can get you an aide if that's what you need," Wilson said.
