The letters he had been writing went completely forgotten as Commander Henry was presented with something far more interesting than chatter with other nobles—as strange as it was to consider himself one of them.
The moment Irene expressed real worry to him, he felt the unmistakable urge to make it right for her so she could be comfortable here. After all, it was the responsibility of a commander to make sure their knights enjoyed the place they had to live on his behalf, right?
At least, that's what he was telling himself. It wouldn't be right if he was caught taking special interest over the only woman in his entire order…
Yet, she was the only one who had piqued his interest enough lately for him to come out of his study. Knowing that she was in the library, lingering after teaching the apprentices with Felix, he couldn't help seeing what she was doing. Perhaps her choice in books would give him a better understanding of this enigma he was lucky to call his third in command.
