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Five minutes later, Bowen was back at the room, knocking on the door before slowly walking in with a tray "I bring you, your tea, young sire" he said walking to the bed, and setting the tray down on a bedside table handing him the cup of tea.

"I am sure you will young Sire, we can practically see you healing infront of our very eyes" he said with a small smile "once fully healed, if you would like to remain here a little longer, then I am sure there is something the master would like to show you.....or one of us" he said with a warmer smile, as he corrected himself, remembering that Arion would try to remain the 'villain'.

"Very well then Sire, I leave you to enjoy the rest of your night" Bowen said, giving him one final bow, Bowen, walked out of the room.

The book went on for a couple of pages that still had did not mention
Arion or Bowen. It was mostly common occurrences, going through
days, weeks and months. Mentioning balls here and there, but
underneath it wall, it was still the same, the master was a tired
man, his daughter sad and introverted, his sons were the only ones
that did not seem to let this pain get the best of them.
Near the end of the book though where a couple of years had
passed, the Master once more wrote of Arion and Bowen. And once
more, it began with a misunderstanding.

After a long day of writing new contracts with other noble families
I was quite mentally exhausted, but thankfully
one of the maids prepared quite a delicious tea for me.
Right as she was pouring me a second cup, I heard a scream
coming from the hallway.
This time, my sons were not around to see what it was about, pushing
out of my chair a ran to the hall way, and saw Arion carrying my
struggling daughter down the stair. I heard her yell at him to put her
down, demanding what he thought he was doing, but the boys long
legs carried him out faster than I could run.

Once outside, Arion continued carrying Melinda down the stairs,
Melindas weak attempts to push him away were futile against
Arions superior strength. As anger rose within me, not knowing
what or who Arion believed himself to be, a called out at the
boy myself, and demanded an explanation. All Arion did was step
to the side, to reveal, what appeared to be a wooden wheel chair.
Beautifully crafted, and with a silk cushions on the seat and on the
back rest.

Arion continued walking down to the chair and lightly set my daughter
on it. She herself seemed in awe, the chair was beautifully carved,
it did not diminish my daughters on beauty, it was mostly throne like
it looked better than mine own throne like chair.
After sitting my daughter in the chair, Arion turned to me and bowed
this had been his intention, to get my daughter out of her room
to enjoy this beautiful day.

Arion himself had just fallen a sleep, a couple of minutes before, and it was only thanks to a hot ta he made himself. Other wise he himself would have stayed awae all through out the next day. He guessed that everyone could get the day off, he was too tired to do any kind of job.

Arion was still asleep, even hours after Kamen had stirred, Bowen had walked in to check up on the Master, but it had been an extremely long time since he had last seen Arion sleep this...peacefully, that he decided it was best to let him sleep some more.
The book that Kamen continued reading was once more, simple occurrences and he was also coming to the end of the third book.

There were a couple maids cleaning here and there, but in truth the mansion was not even all that dirty, it was mostly habit, the ones that were working more were both Bowen and the cook, and that was only because Bowen was helping the cook.
"Good afternoon young Sire" Melinda greeted as she polished the banister.