Sheila had never met anyone like him before. And despite their brief conversation, she realised quickly that this was where had gotten some of his qualities. That natural authority.
That way of speaking that demanded attention. Even the way Arthur smirked at people when he was clearly winning, yes, she saw it now.
It was all a reflection of his father. He led her to a seat right after and after they were settled, the man leaned back comfortably in his chair, sipping from the glass of dark wine that one of the servants had offered a short while ago. Then he lasered his sharp gray eyes on her and requested.
"So tell me more, my dear. I want to know everything about you. I want to understand who this strong woman is that has caught my son's attention."
Sheila hesitated for a moment. S
