Seven • A Pain In The Neck

•Benjamin•

Later that day, I went to my study and began to work. I preferred being in the field but Scott would definitely give me an earful if I went back. The time flew by quickly and before I knew it, I had run out of papers to look through.

"Where's the rest of the work?" I asked Paul, my butler, as he proofread and arranged the documents that I went through earlier. "I expected more than this or is that not the case?"

"The Queen handled most of them while you were gone," Paul answered and I looked at him in surprise.

"You made her do paperwork?"

"No. You're the one who ordered it, my King."

"I did?"

He nodded. "You said that we should split the work with her. 'Give her something that you can give to me' is what you said."

I sighed when the words sounded familiar but I could not remember why or when I said that. I held back a groan. "How did she handle that? Should I look through them?"

"There's no need. From what I saw, she handled them very well actually."

"Is that so?"