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The Brave One in the Parlor

Standing in the center of the pine floor in the greater parlor, Severus motioned to the empty spaces where furniture was sure to have once rested. "You can see I lack the bare essentials for outfitting this house."

Elaine nodded. "It seems to me you wish for a home, sir, not just a house."

The sharp lines of his mouth curved into a small smile. "With a sure hand you have hit the nail directly on the head."

She looked at the bare glass shelves lining the wall, nearly empty of memorabilia; no pictures hung on the walls, no rugs softened the floors. The house was a shell of the home it could become with some love and a few memories. Could she be the one to provide the companionship that Mr. Prince desired? A sudden rush of sorrow filled her. He was reduced to hiring someone to create for him what he seemed unable to find in life: domiciliary, companionship and care. How long had he gone without both?

He crossed to the sunny windows that overlooked the formal gardens, a formidable darkness outlined in the waning light. "I have interviewed several people; all have found the job or my person wanting. I am hoping you will at least attempt before dismissing it out of hand."

Elaine wondered if he had felt each rejection of the position as a personal snub. Deciding that gentle respect would be a solid track to follow, she answered, "I am honored to give you at least month of my time. When may I begin?"

She was floored by the look of stark longing that flitted across the man's hawk-like face. As soon as she saw it, it was gone, shuttered behind a calm mask. "As soon as you are able, Miss Corbenic."

"I'll call for my trunks to be delivered from the hotel immediately. What would you like for dinner, Mr. Prince?" Elaine switched modes from guest to server with practiced ease; she was an experienced culinary captain.

"I am afraid you will have to visit the shops. There is little food here." He finally turned to face her fully, his face composed. "I will eat whatever you prepare."

Elaine nodded, her mind spinning away to what delicious, fortifying meal she could make in the next few hours. Not enough time for bread but perhaps a pie? Her thoughts spiraled, and she absently tapped her bottom lip with her forefinger.

Severus leaned on his staff and observed the diminutive woman keenly. "I am glad to see you do not back down from a challenge, Miss Corbenic."

Elaine recognized the complement he hid behind the deliberate curl of his lip. "Likewise, sir."

"How so?" He arched a dark brow.

Elaine smiled again. "You have not given up despite your disappointments."

He motioned her to follow him as he swept from the room with all the dignity of a king. "And they have been many," he murmured, so softly she could barely hear it.

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