Hazel blinked, startled by her own thoughts, and quickly turned around. "I'll bring the tea. Please wait a moment," she said.
But before she could move, Daedric's firm grip on her wrist stopped her. "I've heard you have exceptional skills in accounting," he remarked, his gaze steady on hers. "I need your assistance."
Hazel tilted her head in surprise. "What do you need me to do, Your Royal Highness?" she asked cautiously.
Without another word, Daedric tugged her gently, guiding her to a room adjacent to the living area. As he led the way, Hazel's eyes shifted from their joined hands to his broad back. The uncharacteristic gesture left her feeling slightly disoriented, yet she followed him silently.
The door creaked open as Daedric stepped inside first, allowing Hazel to enter behind him. Her gaze swept over the space—it was a meticulously organized office with towering shelves crammed with files and documents. On the desk, several piles of papers were stacked.
