Alan Lewinstein seemed like he was trying to see through me while I was waiting for him to start with his interrogation. The maids were sent out of the room leaving only us two with tea and snacks.
"Where do you hail from Miss Clarkson?" Alan asked.
"From the Western border of Denril, My Lord." I answered.
"Western border?" He cocked his brow and then seemed to ponder over it.
"Why is the daughter of Earl Clarkson of West in our household, if I may ask?" He asked and I smiled.
"As you might know, My Lord, there was a plague spreading at the borders." I started explaining the story about how a noble lady stepped out of her mansion to help the infected and needy people.
He listened attentively with his fingers steepled in front of his lips while his sharp eyes observed me.
"And since then, I am waiting for Sir Asher." I concluded appearing bright and innocent.
