"Elle tells me the same thing," Eden smirked, shaking his head slightly as his sister's voice filled his mind, reprimanding him for working too hard. "But if I do not get it finished in time, my family and the estate suffers for it."
Eden hated all the paperwork it took to be a nobleman, papers to keep the house from falling into disrepair, forms to ensure they kept their status, receipts and bills and taxes. It was all so draining. And most of the villagers probably didn't know that whatever extra money Eden ended up having every month, he donated to the town. The new well in the square was finally built thanks to Eden. But the brunet preferred to remain anonymous.
"A house delivery would be much appreciated. I wish I had more time to come to town, but if you deliver to the estate, you must stay for dinner. Elle will insist," his sister loved having guests and playing hostess. Eden would insist Damion stay as well, but his reasons were far less innocent than Elle's.
(Sorry! I just get so intimidated by your awesome long responses. I hope you don't mind that I can't usually write as much back)