Her eyes lit up with recognition of the word, and, nodding, she mouthed it quietly, committing it to memory. Made of windows, yes, but full of greenery, as she wanted. A greenhouse.
Her mouth tightened around the edges as Spencer explained restrictions and permits, limits and zoning and regulations. So many things to worry about. She wasn't used to so many rules governing what she could and could not do, what she could build and where she could build. The king had been her only rein before -- and herself. Nothing would have stopped her from building a greenhouse at every castle and keep in Northumbria, save the scarcity of glass of course. Now rules written by men she had never met, probably men long dead, kept her from doing what she wished and for what cause?
At times, she hated writing. This would never had happened in her time, when a king made the rules and could change his mind, and the new king after him was not bound by those rules at all.
"But it's my land," she complained weakly. The sigh that followed was resigned, however, to her fate, and she tore a piece of her croissant off to eat. The principle was what bothered her, even if Spencer seemed convinced she would have no problem.
"There's a girl who works there now. She sells pot on the side." Hild looked curiously at Spencer. "Can I keep her? Or is there a rule about... stealing employees?"
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Her mouth tightened around the edges as Spencer explained restrictions and permits, limits and zoning and regulations. So many things to worry about. She wasn't used to so many rules governing what she could and could not do, what she could build and where she could build. The king had been her only rein before -- and herself. Nothing would have stopped her from building a greenhouse at every castle and keep in Northumbria, save the scarcity of glass of course. Now rules written by men she had never met, probably men long dead, kept her from doing what she wished and for what cause?
At times, she hated writing. This would never had happened in her time, when a king made the rules and could change his mind, and the new king after him was not bound by those rules at all.
"But it's my land," she complained weakly. The sigh that followed was resigned, however, to her fate, and she tore a piece of her croissant off to eat. The principle was what bothered her, even if Spencer seemed convinced she would have no problem.
"There's a girl who works there now. She sells pot on the side." Hild looked curiously at Spencer. "Can I keep her? Or is there a rule about... stealing employees?"