The unmannerly undertone that this servant took ([i]whose name Aire could never remember[/i]) did not go unnoticed by the Heir. With calm mannerisms, he crossed his arms over his chest and tried to make himself appear taller, for that was the only advantage he had considering his muscles were obviously lacking. He glared down at the servant bowing to him, cold eyes piercing into her flesh.

Oh yes, Aire was well aware of this servant's antics. She had a habit of speaking to all of the royal family as if they were cretin, but most noticeably him. He'd always let it go, because it didn't wound him - [i]she[/i] was the one scrubbing dirt off of walls and windows for a living, whereas he lived in the lap of luxury. It was almost amusing to listen to her speak to him in such a way. [i]She must be jealous.[/i]

"Fine," Aire said, in response to the preposterous and not at all serious request to watch her clean the windows. "Go on," he said. "I'll watch."

With all due honesty, it was not an unfamiliar feeling for Aire to be attracted to this servant in particular. Though he never remembered her name, never knew her age, never knew quite where she came from, he couldn't help being impressed by her obvious disregard for most authority. Not to mention, her physical appearance - body, face, and other assets - was nothing to scoff at. Her unruly red hair was...cute, he had to admit. One of her most notable features, aside from the freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her nose and rosy red cheeks.