Egon von Conradie was a formidable opponent with overbearing manners, but if she so wished, the Archduke's daughter could be on par with his arrogance. She has long since been taught that attacking was the best form of defense in case of an inescapable disagreement.
Inescapable it is...
She gulped down, "What are you doing here?"
Egon threw his dark cloak with his hand, ridding his contemptuous face of the shadow.
"I am restoring this area along with these cottages, is it odd for me to check on my investment?"
She had nothing to say to that. If it was not for the rumors about the merchants being out of Lanark for the time being, she would not have risked coming here.
His big hawklike eyes raked over her.
"Now let's see if you can answer the same question. What are you doing here?"
"I…" She looked away and took a deep breath, "I came here to…" she hesitated.
"You came here to…What? Insult my people and dig up dirt on me?"
