Beo raised a brow at his new servant when she refused to complete the small task of stating her name. She was a stubborn one, that was for sure. All of his past servants were either happy to have the job –personal servants of the royal family were admitted to a room in the castle; quite a luxury to the lower-class men and women who were hired– or too nervous to argue over their duties for fear of being executed. The bravery (or perhaps stupidity) of this new girl amused him. He laughed and folded his arms over his chest.

“Something wrong?” Beo echoed. “Yes. My [i]purchase[/i] is a bit dense. It doesn’t seem to realize I’m giving orders, not suggestions.” He leaned in close to her face and narrowed his eyes. “You would do well to stop fighting with me now rather than be executed later.” Part of him hoped the threat would be enough to keep the girl’s temperament in check. He didn’t want to kill her off so soon. This wasn’t because he felt any form of compassion for her; he merely didn’t want to lose yet another servant and have to wait for the next replacement. However, he kept his expression perfectly neutral to give none of these thoughts away.

“Now then,” Beo said coldly. “Would you care to tell me your name?”