“Well, he is. He’s strong and now he’s left the Order. He’s a good guy in great shape,”
Alessandria gave a small nod as she thought about it. She wasn’t wrong he was attractive, but how well did she know him? She had only known him three, coming up four weeks. Was that too soon to like someone?
“I agree but we’re just work friends,”
“He likes ya. I know it,”
Alessandria’s blushed a little.
“Come on, he has a great body. What did Daniel think of it?”
“He didn’t common on Nemesio’s looks but he gave me his blessing if I liked Nemesio,”
“What more do ya need?”
Opening her mouth to speak, the words died out in Alessandria’s throat as she couldn’t think of a counter-argument. Hellen was right of course. She didn’t need anything. She had her brother’s blessing, the most important thing, and she liked Nemesio, the second most important thing to her. What was she waiting for?
“I’ll think about it, I promise,”
“That’s my girl,” Hellen replied as she ate another triangle of buttered toast.
To the left of Alessandria, the wooden door opened and Nemesio in his strong muscular blue and red fiery armour walked towards them. He crouched next to Alessandria with there not being a free chair.
Feeling his body heat, Alessandria began to feel warm and awkward. Maybe she should talk to him or even ask him out. No, that wasn’t appropriate. The Nobility wouldn’t allow that to stand, a woman asking out a man. Ridiculous!
However, Alessandria started to think about her family’s bad standing because of Daniel. Would it matter if her family broke another tradition?
“What’s ya thinking about?” Hellen teased.
“Um, nothing,” Alessandria replied as she turned to look at Nemesio. “What did the Lady Serpentine want?”
Nemesio made an interesting smile as he picked up a triangle pastry.
“It turns out, the Serpentine is actually a Noble Family. A few kings ago
, there was a deal between the King and her great grandfather. They rule the underworld under a few conditions,”
“Do they have a seat in the court?”
“Yes and the Lady Serpentine confirmed they have a lot of influence over the House of Gravers,”
“So getting their supports gets me the Gravers too?”
“Correct,”
Alessandria nodded as she thought about the Church, the House of Blueheart and the other Inquisitorial Orders that she needed to get. There were still so many voices she didn’t have. That would change in time, regardless of who objected. At least that was the plan.
“But why did she request your presence?” Alessandria asked.
Standing up and stretching his legs, Nemesio explained.
“She was furious that Danic was murdered so she pledged her support to you, and she gave me the name,”
Standing up, Alessandria asked very firmly: “Who?”
“Lord Commander Ares,”
CHAPTER 16