He quickly brushed past the two young maids exiting Katherine’s quarters. “Greetings Owain,” they both chimed in politely as he passed. Ignoring them, he softly closed the large door behind him, and turned to face the room. Katherine was sitting at her dressing table brushing her long dark hair.

“My lady,” he said gently. His gaze fell to the floor by her feet. “I have the information you wanted, and a request.” His voice wavered slightly as he uttered the word request. He had never asked anything of her ever, and had never thought he would ever have the gall to do so, but now was the time.

She set the brush down and turned to face him, motioning for him to come closer. He swiftly crossed the room and stood by her side, speaking softly in undertones that none passing could hear. “My lady a spy has informed me your daughter has been taken captive by some of the revolutionary serfs. I am not completely certain at this time of whom, but with your permission I will see to that matter. I wish to have your permission and guidance before I set anything in motion in response to this turn of events.” He looked at her face to gauge her reaction to the discovery. Up to this point he had been completely unsure as to how she would respond.

He waited for her to do so before he went ahead with his request. It was bold, but if she allowed it; he would have everything he hoped and dreamed for. That being respect, power, and that beautiful, amber eyed piece of perfection that he had just coldly dismissed in the outer corridor. A fact he somewhat regretted now, but would not hold remorse over for long.