"I can only imagine what the call out be about." Artemis responded to Margaret in a cool and calm tone. However, he did see, for just that sliver of a moment, she rage etched into her face. He did not show his own rage, and he would not show it, but just maybe, Eros would assist him in waking their guest the next morning. 

Before Marilyn left, Artemis bowed at his orders both times, but was curious as to why she darted off. Maybe something was wrong, that she would not yet disclose with him. Whatever it was, it wasn't his priority. His task now was to leave and prepare the guest room for Margaret for the evening. As he thought about Marilyn's grandmother, the thought of whoever was leading her carriage here entered his mind. Whoever they were, he wondered where they were now. Perhaps in an inn somewhere nearby? He did not know, but he would worry about it later. He then walked out of the room, off to one of the guests rooms.

He walked down the hall with little to say, but much on his mind. He knew that Margaret wasn't there for a good chat with her granddaughter, but what exactly, he did not know for certain. He would not let his guard down. Whatever she was there for, she would not harm Marilyn or the Amorin name, and if she did, there would certainly be hell to pay.

As he arrived at the room, his gloved hand twisted the knob and opened the door. it took little time, as he always made sure that everything was meticulously clean, but the room was readied for Margaret. It seemed like just another room to most, but Artemis strategically picked the room with the sole purpose of being able to see the door to the room from the intersections into many other hallways. That way, while he ensured the safety of the estate, he'd be able to regularly check on the status of the room throughout the evening.