Y/n's POV

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Wow. This boy really was as bad as I thought he would be. 'Are the sheets clean?" He asked. ARE THE SHEET CLEAN!? I clench my jaw as I replayed the scene from moments ago.

He let go of my wrist softly. I breathed in and out to calm myself down because arguing or lashing out would get me nowhere, "Well now. That aside, I presume that you would want a tour of the estate then?" Thomas just nodded, "Very well then. This way Thomas." I walked to the middle of the hall, "The bathroom is down at the end of the hall there near your room. The door adjacent to your room is my room." Unfortunately.

"Alright." Thomas nodded, "A-and I prefer 'Tom'." He said quietly.

"Noted." I walked away and down the stairs. Once we were in the kitchen I continued, "This is obviously the kitchen and the dining room. Around that corner is the second bathroom and Jack and Kay's rooms." 'Tom' nodded and we walked outside and down the stairs to the lawn, "This is a ten thousand acre property." I explained as I walked around the house, "Over there is the chicken pen and the house stables. We have some fields of crops around too but there are mainly more away from the house."

"Wow. This place is huge." Tom stated, "So your family owns all of this land?" 

"Yes... well... technically." I gulped. It belonged to Father technically. But apparently him and mother had a will and they gave the property to me... 

"What do you mean by 'technically'?" Tom asked me.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. Anyway, are there any questions? No? Good." I walked back inside the house not giving him any time to actually ask anything. When I came back to the kitchen I saw Kay and Jack waiting inside at the table.

"Y/n!" Kay smiled at me, "Can you please write my test now?" She asked sweetly. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down simple subtraction questions with occasional harder ones for her. She beamed once I gave her the paper and pen. Her tongue poked out of her mouth as she stared at the questions intensely.

"Y/n? Do you think that you could write my test now too?" Jack asked me. His tone was a little cautious because he could probably tell that I had a lot on my mind.

"Oh course." I grabbed another piece of paper and wrote down the long division questions too, "Remember to do the proper workings." I smiled as I handed him the paper and a pencil.

"Thank you." He smiled up at me and started to do the equations.

"Did you feed the horses when you were with them by any chance?" I asked Jack, raising an eyebrow at him. He stopped doing to question he was on and looked up at me with a guilty expression.

"No... sorry." He hung his head low. I shook my head and ruffled his hair.

"I'll go do that now." I smiled at him. He returned the smile gratefully and went back to his paper, "Thoma-Tom?" I corrected myself, "Could you come with me? I can show you around the stables and show you the ratio of grain and food we give them." He opened his mouth to say something but he decided to close it. Instead he nodded his head and followed me as I walked out the door, down the stairs and out to the horse stables.

"So uh, you teach them?" Tom started conversation.

"Pardon?" 

"Your siblings. Do you teach them? Like in homeschooling?" He clarified. I nodded.

"Yes. Well they are only young and they can't really go to school to learn anything, so yes. I teach them what they need to know." I answered.

"But you're only sixteen aren't you?" Tom asked me surprised.

"How do you know how old I am?" I raised an eyebrow turning away from Mistletoe, my horse whose face I was stroking.

"Oh, uh, Nickolas told me." He answered, looking down at his feet, "...why do you have to teach them? I mean if you are so young there has to be an extent to where you don't know things?" He looked at me. The way he said it, sort of mad it sound as if he was accusing me of being a dumb teenager.

"I was the top of my class and while a may be sixteen I was in my final year of schooling. I took every advancement of mathematics, science and English. I do indeed deem myself capable of teaching my younger siblings on that account." I explained formally.

"Weren't you home schooled though?" He asked me confused.

"No. I went to a private school in the city on a scholarship." I explained again and rolled my eyes at how he just presumed that I was some dull minded country kid.

"O-oh!" He stuttered, "That explains how you talk so formally sometimes." He said mainly to himself.

"Just because I live out here in the country away from the city, does not however mean that I am some kind of feral." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh! I didn't think- I never said-" he stumbled over his words.

"Anyway. We use a ratio of two to three with the smaller part of grains and the larger these mixed pellets." I cut of his jibber as I explained what we give the horses, "Since you'll be living here, you will have to pull your own weight and do some jobs too. It'll certainly make it easier around here too. Usually I am the only one who can do a larger percentage of the chores but now that your here, and you appear... partially capable.... You can do some too."

"W-What!" He sounded outraged, "You expect me to do a bunch of servant chores?"

"Yes. Yes I do." I smiled sarcastically and handed him a bucket of a premixed horse feed, "Now pour that bucket into Cinnamon's feed trouph in the end stable." I pointed to the one I was referring to where a brown stock horse was neighing from.

"Cinnamon?" He was again, confused.

"The horse." I pointed out dully.

"You named your horse 'Cinnamon'?" He sounded surprised.

"Technically Jack named him Cinnamon." I said absentmindedly as I continued to mix another batch for Mistletoe, "What? Do you call your horses in the city 'Lord Elliot the third' or something?" I laughed. Tom glared at me, only making me laugh longer.

"Of course not. But I will have you know that I do not own a horse and I have never seen one up close and personally before." Tom sighed. I saw he had an alarmed expression and flinched away quickly, yelping a little when Cinnamon bumped him with his nose.

"Well that is going to change." I muttered.

"What did you just say?" His tone was scared and rushed as if he was afraid that he heard me correctly.

"Oh nothing. Nothing." I tore off a biscuit of hay from the batch and walked over to Cupcake, Kay's pony, "Now, cupcake just gets a biscuit of hay instead or a mix because pony diets are different to horses." I explained.

"Aren't pony's a type of horse?" He asked confused, "And what is a biscuit of hay." I breathed out to calm myself down at this boy's lack of knowledge.

"Yes. But there is a large difference between the abilities and built between a full grown horse and a small pony." I said trying not to get annoyed, "and a biscuit of hay, is just one on these partings in this batch of lucerne."

"Oh... uh, ok then..." I handed him the other two buckets.

"Pour these into the other trouphs in Mistletow's and Nightingale's stables." I told him as I gave the biscuit of hay to Cupcake.

"Is Nightingale this large white horse?" Tom pointed to Nightingale.

"No. She's the other horse here." I rolled my eyes sarcastically again.

"But there aren't any other horses..." he clearly didn't catch my sarcasm.

"Exactly." I waited for him to understand. Once it all clicked, a look of understanding spread across his face.

"Ooh. Right..." he poured the mix into Nightingales trouph. There was silence until he asked, "Isn't Nightingale more of a girl's name?" He spoke his mind which was starting to get on my nerves.

"Yes. Nightingale is a girl." I sighed.

"Then don't the other horses try to..." he trailed off instead of saying the words.

"No they are geldings." I explained.

"What's a gelding?" He asked and I swore I was about to tear my hair out. I breathed in and out before answering.

"A de-sexed male horse." I answered bluntly. Tom's mouth formed an 'o' shape in understanding.

"Y/N!" Kay called for me from inside. I silently thanked her for calling me, and I walked out of the stables. Tom trailed behind me like a lost puppy. I walked back inside to the kitchen, "Y/n I finished my test!" She chimed happily.

"Wow. Well done. Give me a look and I'll mark it." I took the paper from her extended hand, holding it out for me. I lent against the kitchen top and began to check over her answers. By the time I was done marking I looked over to see Tom looking a little flustered and Kay looking far too innocent, "Umm is everything ok Tom?" I asked him.

"H-huh? Oh uh y-yeah." He stuttered.

I ignored his strange attitude and handed the test back to Kay, "Well done. You only got two wrong!" I gave her a high five and she giggled.

"Yay!" She chimed.

"How are you going with yours Jack?" I asked.

"Uh... I'm Almost done but I'm a little stuck on this one last question." He scrunched his face up in concentration.

"Would you like some help with it? It was a rather hard one." I offered.

"Yes please." I walked over and explained what he needed to do. A smile split across his face as he finished it, "Ok! Done." He put his pencil down and lent his head over against the seat, "I hate long division." He muttered.

"Well lucky you, we are doing fractions next." I laughed.

"What!?" He groaned, "Noooooooo." Kay then spoke up.

"Can I do fractions!?" She begged.

"Not until you finish subtraction and multiplication. Division is a lot harder than subtraction." I smiled at her excitement for maths. Unlike Jack who would much rather read for six hours. The two were total opposites but they both still loved school work. Luckily, or else my job would be a lot harder.

"Oh.... so can I start doing multiplication now then?" She chimed.

"Not today. But tomorrow you can start." I shook my head laughing as she jumped in excitement.

"You're weird." Jack rolled his eyes.

"You're the weird one! You read too many books!" She quipped back. They both stuck their tongues out at each other. I shook my head again at the hopeless cases and laughed, "Anyway, I'll go and get your sheets now for your bed." I spoke to Tom. He nodded and followed me as I walked down the hall to the cupboard. I opened it and brought out some sheets and a fluffy doona and it's cover. When I closed the door, I turned and jumped at how close Tom was to me, and I almost crashed into him. He jumped as well.

"O-oh! S-Sorry." He stepped to the side hurriedly as I walked past him and up the stairs to the second floor. I walked into his room and placed the folded pile on his bed.

"Ok. There you go. You can get on with that while I wash up the last plates form breakfast." I went to leave but his voice paused my movements.

"Wait. You want me to make my own bed?" He asked surprised.

"Yes." I answered simply again.

"As in... you want me to put on the sheets and put this over the doona...?" He sounded a little wary.

"Yes.... What? Have you never made your own bed before or something?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What? Haha pfft. Of course I have made my own bed..." he avoided eye contact.

"Ok then. Well I will check in on you in a bit and you can also put your clothing on the hangers in the cupboard or in you draws here. I pointed to the draws behind him.

"Yes. Right. Ok. I'll do that." He nodded and I walked out.

I got started on the dishes and collected the rest of the mugs around the house. I eventually finished the washing and drying. I began to go around the house and pick up the dirty clothes lying around. All of which were Kay and Jacks. I placed them in the washing basket for tomorrow's wash up and decided I should check on Tom. He after all had not come out of his room yet and it has been at least 40 minutes.

I walked into his room and stopped dead in my tracks. And that was it. I burst out into a full on laughing fit. Tom was currently inside the doona cover sitting cross legged and looking at me annoyed, "Oh shut up!" He snapped at me. I didn't stop laughing.

"I thought you knew how to make a bed." I managed through laughs. He hadn't even put on the sheets through all of this. Once I calmed down a little, I held my hand on my gut which felt weird from all the laughing. I managed to settle my expression down to a smile.

"I do!" I raised an eyebrow at him, "... sort of....... not really.... ok look usually the servants make my bed! I haven't ever made my bed before ok!? You win!" He huffed annoyed.

"Get out of the sheets." I shook my head and he did so. I took the cover and the doona which was all bundled up into a ball, and matched them with their corners on the inside. I flicked the cover and doona a couple of times until it flattened out. I buttoned up the end. I then fixed up the sheets on the bed and placed it over the top.

"I didn't need your help. I could have done it myself you know." He said grumpily.

"I assume you know how to fluff your own pillow." I remarked as I walked out. I saw his jaw drop as he looked at me dumb founded by my response.