Arianna stood beside the Grand Lord with pounding heart. The male stood with regal presence, it was no surprise many fears him as they did with the king
"I never got the chance to thank you about my sister, My Lord,” Arianna said, staring at the night sky with her hands locked against each other. “Thank you for guiding her. It means a lot.”
“I am ought to do it,” Lucas’ voice was calm. “I chose her myself, after all.”
“I hope she’s not giving you much trouble.”
“Of course she is,” he admitted. “But she’s a great learner.”
“That is great. It’s her dream. It always has been,” Arianna muttered.
Her hair swirled around her face as the breeze brushed past, the loose strands tickling her skin.
“I know you’re not fond of me,” she spoke again, her tone firmer. “Maybe you even think Duncan
